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callsignspark · 1 year ago

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shoutout to Nick and Carole for creating our most special brown-eyed boy <3 here’s to hoping you find a cute enough bff substitute for Bradley. thank you for your kind words, responses below <333

i feel like this is such a random line for me to pick out, but i genuinely loved how realistic it was? like yeah we do and say this in a car and it’s just such a good little detail?? - thank you!!! my goal is to make this series and universe as realistic as possible so I'm so glad you noticed this!!!

yes bradley because she’s short circuiting that you called her HONEY - Bradley noticing the woman he has feelings for is falling asleep: I must call her cute petnames

BECAUSE REUBEN IS PLANNING THE WEDDING!! (but also the turkey avocado sandwich and mac and cheese are elite panera selections) - REUBEN IS CRUNCHING THE NUMBERS AND FIGURING OUT HOW MUCH IT WOULD COST TO GET THE ENTIRE DAGGER SQUAD TO VEGAS IN THE NEXT 48 HOURS. (if there's one thing our girl Mary has - it's taste. in food. in men. immaculate taste.)

bradley boy got GRILLED by the real in-laws i see - LMAO YEAH. it was half "what are your intentions with our daughter" and half "she's so stupid when it comes to flirting, just tell her or she's not gonna get it"

i love him keeping an eye on the car the entire time and the older guy calling him out on it - Bradley is two thing (1) fucking vigilant when it comes to the safety of people he cares about (2) pathetically in love with Mary. these two combined and he almost took out a Korean War vet (who totally understood, he was the same way about his wife)

she def seems like the type that doesn’t like to necessarily have favors like this done for /her/ or have to owe people for things? yet she’ll be the first to stick her neck out for someone, sweet girl - mmmm yeah. poor girl. absolutely hates having to ask for help. loves when people notice she needs help and offer to help, cannot stand actually receiving the help though lol. she's working on it.

oh oh OH i am so soft for this!! honey and sweetheart! i’d melt! and she’s burrowing deeper into his side! - he's the perfect pillow! and he smells good! who wouldn't burrow??

i just hate that she doesn’t see or doesn’t want to see how much bradley does like her? i want them to have a super sweet and cliched first date (i keep thinking of our convo about a potential way he could ask her out and get excited but also sad when i think of it) - can everyone who is in favor of beating up her shitty ex who made her supremely insecure in relationship, please raise your hands? everyone? okay we ride at dawn. (their first date is very sweet!! it is miles away from cliche though!! but so cute!)

i got butterflies at this! miss girl is really going out of her way in trying not to get her heart broken! - she's trying to keep herself from getting hurt! (she's also not realizing completely that he's trying to have it be just the two of them. so it's not totally her protecting herself. like I said. she's dumb (affectionate))

very good idea i like a man who thinks stuff like this through! but also i’m dying to know if there’s a christmas gift exchange now? - he's a planner! sometimes he goes off the cuff, but when it's big things like this, he p l a n s. and we talked about this a little bit but there is a secret santa that happens! we won't get a lot of detail about it (unless I actually do write that party one shot lmao) but spoiler alert! Bradley is Mary's secret sanata and Mary ends up with Bob!

this is so soft of him!!! and her cute little dimple!! - they're literally marshmallows they're so soft. her dimple!!! it only comes out when she smiles really big!!!

SHE LEANS INTO IT 😭😭😭😭 i need it i need more - SHE LEANS INTO IT!!! more coming next Friday!!

Mar(r)y Me | part 3.5

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult and extremely unsupportive family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 2.4k

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note: it’s Bradley’s birthday! to celebrate this is a one shot/continuation of part three! originally this was supposed to be part of part three, but it got cut during editing. however, I really love this and I could let it just sit in a doc. so, I spruced her up some, added some more detail and viola!

part 3.5 - Panera Bread

The walk through the parking garage goes by too fast for Bradley’s liking. Too soon he’s having to drop Mary’s hand to open the passenger door, making sure she’s settled before closing it and getting in himself. “Alright, next stop Panera.”

“Hopefully, it’s not too busy…” She trails off when his hand brushes her neck, checking behind him as he’s backing up and not even noticing his effect.

He hums, braking so an elderly couple can cross. “It’s a little after seven, so I don’t think it’ll be bad - we should have beat the dinner rush. Clear that way?”

“After this white SUV, you’re good.”

The drive is comfortable, the radio occasionally interrupted by quiet conversation. They run into traffic on the highway, an accident taking four lanes down to one, and when they arrive at the restaurant, Bradley realizes Mary has fallen asleep in his front seat. He goes through the motions of parking and turning the car off, hoping she’ll have woken up from all the noise by the time he gets to her side. She doesn’t.

“Mary?” He gently shakes her shoulder, but she doesn’t budge.

He sighs, feeling bad about waking her up. She hasn’t gotten much sleep the past few days, but he knows she needs to eat more than she needs to sleep right now. From the second the decision was made to go to the hospital, Mary had been on the phone coordinating behind the scenes. Making arrangements for Dani’s parents to fly in from Philadelphia and picking them up when their flight got in at midnight. She had kept the Daggers updated with the latest; news coming into a specially created group chat as soon as she knew it. She watched Annie taking care of the four-year-old as if she were her own child. She had done all of that, and more, so that Danielle and Reuben could fully focus on the arrival of their newest family member without worry.

“Mary? Mary, c’mon, you gotta wake up so we can eat.” He unbuckles her seatbelt, smoothing some hair off her forehead. The touch wakes her up. Bleary eyes meet his, her nose scrunching up in distaste at being awake, and a small whine escapes her throat as the parking lot lights glare in her face. Bradley instantly feels himself soften.

“Okay, honey, you stay here, and I’ll get the food. What do you want?”

He gives her brain a minute to come back online, appreciating how cute she looks as her pretty brown eyes blink at him in confusion. “Uhh… Greek salad with chicken, extra olives, and no tomatoes, please.”

“Greek salad with chicken, extra olives, and no tomatoes. Anything else?”

“No, thank you.” Her eyes are already getting heavy, and she lets out a little yawn.

“Okay, buckle back up, and you hang out here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He hands the seatbelt to her, making sure he hears the click before shutting and locking the car.

His phone is up to his ear and ringing as he walks up to the ordering kiosk, thankful he parked in a space where he’ll be able to keep eyes on the car the entire time he’s inside.

“Rooster, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine. What else does she like from Panera? She asked for a salad, but that doesn’t seem like enough if she hasn’t eaten since yesterday.”

“Why aren’t you asking her?”

“She fell asleep on the way here, and I felt bad enough waking her up to ask what she wanted, so she’s sleeping in the car with the doors locked.”

There’s a moment of silence so long that Bradley checks to make sure he didn’t get disconnected. “Payback?”

“She likes the mac and cheese, that wild rice chicken soup, and the turkey avocado sandwich. But what’s most important is that whatever you get doesn’t have tomato on it.”

“Is she allergic?” He pauses his tapping on the menu pad, glancing outside to check on Mary.

“No, she just doesn’t like raw tomato on sandwiches and salads. It’s a texture thing.” There’s murmuring on the line. “Yeah, like Dani said. She likes the iced papaya green tea, so get her one of those. And a cinnamon crunch bagel for breakfast tomorrow since she didn’t get to go grocery shopping like she usually does. And just Venmo me for whatever you get her; we owe her big time.”

“Nah, I got it this time.”

“Oh, Rooster!” Dani’s voice comes through clearer. “Remind her that she needs to get gas in the Jeep before work tomorrow; she’s running low.”

“I’ll just fill it up for her after we get home.” He mutters, trying to decide whether to get two or three lemon drop cookies.

“Damn, you are down bad, aren’t you? Just remember what we talked about earlier, dude.”

“Reuben, trust me, the last thing I want to do is hurt her.” He fumbles to grab his wallet, trying to hold his phone and their cups at the same time. “Alright, man, I gotta go. I’ll text you when I get her home.”

He pays and almost runs over an older man as he moves to fill their cups. “I’m sorry about that, sir. Wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“That’s alright; you were just keeping an eye on your girlfriend. I get it.”

“Oh, I- uh-”

“Your eyes have been glued to her since you walked away from your car - which is a beauty, by the way.” He claps Bradley on the shoulder. “Girl is even prettier; don’t mess that up, son.”

“Yes, sir.” His face hasn’t been this hot since his mom came home from work early and caught him making out with his first girlfriend in the living room.

Bradley finishes grabbing the food in a daze, thinking about what it would be like if the woman sleeping in his car really was his.

Mary shifts when he gets in the car, peeking an eye open to make sure it’s him before she snuggles back under the blanket he keeps in his backseat. His heart soars at how comfortable she is in his space. He wants to make a joke to hear her laugh, wants to tell her how beautiful she is so he can watch her cheeks turn pink, wants to press his lips to hers so he can find out what she tastes like.

He settles for taking a photo and sending it to Reuben, his fellow pilot responding with a crowd of laughing emojis followed by rows of kissy faces.

The drive to Mary’s house goes smoothly, and he feels less bad about waking her up this time. Her key is in her front pocket, and he can’t even think about trying to get it out.

Her hair has fallen from where he pushed it back earlier, and he can’t resist brushing it away again, letting his fingers run through her soft hair. “Mary, wake up; we’re home.”

She groans, pulling the blanket over her face. “No.”

Her petulance makes him laugh; he’s never seen her grumpy. Even at work, when she’s frustrated at schedule delays, she is mildly displeased, at worst.

“C’mon, honey. You gotta eat.” Her hair disappears, and he pulls out his trump card. “I got you mac and cheese.”

An eye appears as the blanket lowers, squinting at him in suspicion. “I didn’t ask for mac and cheese.”

“No, but you haven’t eaten since yesterday. You need more than just salad, even if you did get chicken on it.” He tugs on the edge of the blanket. “Come on, I’m hungry too; let’s go eat.”

Once inside, they move well together. Bradley pulls out food while Mary grabs utensils. She stops at the living room entrance, her mouth dropping open at the food spread across her coffee table. “What is all of this? There’s only two of us!”

“Well, there’s your salad and mac and cheese. I got a sandwich and chips. Plus, our cookies and drinks. And Reuben mentioned you didn’t get a chance to go grocery shopping, so I got you a bagel and sandwich for work tomorrow.”

“Bradley, that is so incredibly sweet of you, but this is too much. How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing, it was my treat.” He pats the couch next to him, “Sit. I wanna watch Parks and Rec.”

“Dinner was your treat. But the other food was not part of our agreement. So how much?”

“Mary, seriously, nothing. Come sit with me and eat.”

She huffs and plops down next to him, her thigh brushing his as she leans into him. “I will pay you back somehow.”

He wraps his arm around her shoulder, rubbing her arm as he teases her. “Would it kill you to just let me do something nice for you and say thank you?”

“Thank you, Bradley.”

“You’re welcome.” He unwillingly pulls away, handing her the bowl of mac and cheese, waiting until she has a full mouth to continue. “Also, I’m filling your Jeep up before I leave. And you will not fight me on it. You can pay me back for it later.”

“Yes, sir.” She mocks him, not catching his gulp as she laughs at Pawnee’s latest antics.

Four episodes later, with full bellies and the extra food stored in the fridge, Mary’s head drops onto Bradley’s arm. He peeks down at her, smiling at how her mouth forms a little circle, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.

“Mary.” She hums at him, trying to burrow deeper into his side. “I promise this’ll be the last time I wake you up today. But we can’t stay here, sweetheart; you should go sleep in your bed.”

“Don’t wanna move, I need to shower, and that requires too much energy.”

He pauses, forcing himself not to let the visual of her showering take its full form. “Well, I can’t help you with that one. But how about you relax while I get gas, and when I get back, you get in the shower and go to bed?”

“God, I hate when you think logically. Let me grab the keys.” She sighs, dragging herself up and into the kitchen. “Here, this one is obviously the Jeep, and this is the house key, just in case I’ve fallen asleep by the time you get back.”

He laughs, admiring her where she’s lounging on the couch, wiggling her fingers at him as he locks the door behind him. Her car is an overload for his senses; the interior smells like her perfume, subtle and flowery with a hint of orange. He has to push the seat all the way back so he can fit behind the wheel.

He thinks about her the entire time he’s pumping gas. How caring she is, how smart, how beautiful. He’s been working up the courage to ask her out, and it seems like everyone has given him a kick to just do it already. He wants to ask her, to take her out properly - dinner and a movie or something equally cliché for a first date. But every time he suggests coffee or lunch with just the two of them, hinting at it being more than friends, she turns it into a group affair.

Danielle and Reuben had been encouraging, telling him that he would have to be a bit patient, that Mary may not realize what she was doing. But he wasn’t convinced she wasn’t letting him down easily. Trying to brush him off because he wasn’t getting the hint.

On top of that, it felt like a bad time to ask her. With Christmas only a couple weeks away, parties and last-minute shopping and holiday travel is beginning to dominate everyone’s schedule. He didn’t want their first date to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the season.

I’ll ask her after the new year. He sets the goal as he re-enters her house.

He calls out for her, seeing the couch empty and the blankets back in their proper spots. Moving further into the house once he hears music playing. “Mary?”

He can hear water running as he moves toward the music. The shower. She's in the shower. He’s stuck in place. He’s trying to keep his imagination from running wild, but it’s hard when he can hear Mary humming along to Jim Croce while she washes her hair.

He moves down the hall, awkwardly standing outside her open bedroom door. He croaks her name; she doesn’t hear him. He hesitantly shuffles into her room and parks himself in front of the cracked ensuite door as the water turns off.

Clearing his throat, “Mary?” His voice breaks like a teenager. He smacks himself.

The music lowers, “Bradley? You’re back?”

“Uhh- I- uhh- yeah. Filled the Jeep up and pulled it into the garage for you. I’m gonna take your house key with me so I can lock the front door and give it back to you tomorrow if that works?”

His eyes bounce between the floor and the door, waiting for her answer.

“That’s fine! Thank you so much for everything today, Bradley! I really appreciate you. Let me know what I owe you for the gas!”

“Will do. I’m gonna head out unless you need something else?”

“No, I’m all set. You did a good job taking care of me.” The door opens, and she’s standing there in a baby blue robe, hair wrapped in a towel. Her face is fresh, if tired, and she looks more relaxed than he’s seen her in a week.

“Feel better?”

She hums, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s amazing how showers can make everything better. Seriously, Bradley, thank you for everything you did. It’s going to make tomorrow so much easier.”

“Any time. You just let me know when you need something, Mary.” She smiles up at him, the dimple in her chin pops out, and he feels butterflies erupt. “I’m gonna head out, still taking your key, though. You finish getting ready for bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She leans into the kiss he presses on her forehead, eyes closed for a moment after he pulls away. “Night, Bradley.”

“G’night, honey.”

She stays leaning against the doorframe as she listens to him pull his shoes on and lock the door behind him. She can faintly hear the door of the Bronco closing after he gets in, completely unaware that his thoughts match hers.

Fuck.

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cyclone-rachel · 2 years ago

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thoughts on The Boys, season 3

Episode 2

my god, this is like one of those NXIVM documentaries

are these based on real TV channels? they must be, right

fuck. Riverdale exists in this universe

is Billy losing it too

I thought that was Hughie at first

aww, they get to Skype-chat

Ryan’s gonna die probably

she’s still around?

I really like Starlight’s hair

He definitely will

not wrong

uh that’s a gross thing to say

fucking hell, Homelander

of course they have a Lego set for their tower

I keep thinking of that stupid song whenever they say Soldier Boy’s name

that’s a good reason for staying out of things

number 1, fuck rainbow capitalism

number 2, this must be what corporations think queer people want to see during pride month

number 3, burger with donut bun sounds fucking delicious, sorry, I am a garbage person

Kimiko’s smile is SO CUTE

I can’t believe they put a roller coaster named after the man who fucking outed Maeve on live television in her section

also I’m sure she wanted a roller coaster or whatever too, instead of this performative crap

and I’m also sure it must be wild living in a world where superheroes exist, and having those actual superheroes appear at your park instead of people dressed like them

“monument to a monster” yeah good point

*insert fresh prince of bel-air theme here*

neither kimiko nor frenchie must be having a good time here

I can’t believe how perfect the timing is, for introducing crimson countess right now

it’s a really good costume too

is she really?

this went downhill fast

oh nooooo

ouch, Hughie

so is he going to take V himself?

fuck you, asshole

you misogynistic dickhead

the WHAT version

I wouldn’t mind seeing that

thank you, Edgar

that reminds me of what Kara said to Nia in the season 4 premiere, that whole “making waves” thing

oh fuck, the secondhand embarrassment is kicking in

yeah, no shit

I don’t think they’re going to do things tastefully

And what are your roots?

uh. Yikes.

Ashley’s right

low blow

Stillwell’s kid is still alive?

Hughie is an excellent liar

Aw, I would like to see them adopt a kid

So, like Damage Control.

well, this is timely too

is this a real song

“Gunpowder get triggered”, jesus

but will it be true?

then how did he touch you

oh yeah, superman and deadpool have done this

“Annual birthday save”?

good response

oh no oh no oh no

could that be why she did it

so what day would that be?

damn, he’s turning the narcissist dial all the way up

He’ll make you get down

aw, MM

Starlight coming in for the save

of course, Panera

They did have a fight

so is something bad going to happen to them, or…

oh fuck, not this

But Six Flags has rides based on a certain other company’s superheroes? do they all just become based on Vought’s heroes, or what

aw, Kimiko

glad hughie told him

is Homelander in Stormfront’s bed?

bad news for Gunpowder

oooooh

ouch

I love that his heat vision is gold

I also wonder that

You’re also losing your mind

very curious as to your definition of “hero”

#papa don't look #the boys #the boys season 3 #the boys spoilers #rachel talks about stuff

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 years ago

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Fifteen Minutes

Summary: Who knew that seeing a concert would lead to getting chased by the police and ending up with a girl’s number?

Seulgi X Female!Reader

[Based on The Last One Out of Beach City Steven Universe episode and the song Fifteen Minutes by Mike Krol featured in the episode]

Hanging out with my two best friends on the weekend is normal. I’m always the designated driver because they have been in one too many wrecks with me in the car. I’m the goody-goodie driver, but they meet me after my street racing days. I got caught by the cops too many times, yet I still own the same car. The old Nissan 240SX S14, she looks more like a grandmother car with the color I painted her but that’s the best type of camouflage. But with all the upgrades I had invested into her over the years, she’s built for drifting and not grocery-getting.

Nowadays I follow the rules, haven’t heard a police siren for years. We go to a convenience store and grab some snacks. Because Soo-Young wants to go to an underground punk rock concert. Wendy immediately agreed that it was a good way for us to all get out and have a good time. “Plus you need to have more fun, (Y/n)!” I rolled my eyes but my old crust pants don’t lie. Instead of wearing my normal get up of something pastel and cute. My friends dressed me in my old punk rock clothes. Now here we are, I let them pick out a few things while grabbing a bag of gummy bears.

I open up a water bottle and take a swig from it after I pay for everything. Then she walks in, no way, she looks like a girl I used to date before she moved across the country. I spit out some of my water, quickly wiping it off with my jacket. Hoping neither Wendy or Soo-Young saw that: they did. “Go up to her and talk to her!” Soo-Young encourages me, and I nod, faking my confidence. When I get up next to her my body goes ‘oh god we’re gay’ and starts panicking. And yes that does mean I knocked over a stack of styrofoam cups. She giggles at me before going to the counter, I clean up my mess with a bright red face.

When we get into my car I put my head on the steering wheel and groan. “Aw it’s okay,...” Wendy tells me. I put it into reverse and drive us towards the concert venue. That’s when Wendy lets out an exaggerated sigh, “Did anyone else think that looked like the girl in (Y/n)’s photo album? Or was it just me!” I groan again, “Yes! That’s why I panicked!” Soo-Young laughs, “You know that makes so much sense.” I roll my eyes, “Remember who I was just talking about, well, she’s driving a motorcycle and she’s coming up next to us!” My eyes go wide as I look into my rear view mirror, “What?!” Wendy nods, and there she is.

“Okay don’t look over yet, I’ll help you through this!” I nod, and Soo-Young tells me, “Look over now!” And as I do the girl with the bright orange hair smiles at me. I go redder than a tomato, and just like that she’s in front of me and makes the green light. The light turns red before I even have a chance to run the yellow. “That’s too bad, a girl like that only comes around once in a lifetime.” I nod, “I’m sure we’ll see her at the show.” Soo-Young shakes her head at me, “A girl like that knows about a bazillion other underground shows.” I don’t have time to wait for this red light then. With that thought I slam my foot on the gas, I have to see her again.

As I speed towards her, I think how thankful I am that this doesn’t have any turn offs. Because it’s a big hill that ends in the next city. That’s when I hear the police sirens, I gulp, “(Y/N)! YOU NEED TO PULL OVER!” Wendy cries out from the backseat, the look of fear in my eyes is evident, “I didn’t renew my driver’s license though!” I say with a slight shake of fear when it hits me that I can outrun them. “You’re a good citizen, we’ll talk them out of a ticket.” Soo-Young says with a gulp, I smirk, I guess it’s time to show them my hidden talents. “Don’t worry about it!” I exclaim, turning up the radio, as I slam on the gas shifting it down to deal with the decline of the hill. As we approach the first major curve I slam on the brakes, my tires screeching and smoking as I hit the next curve just as hard. I pass the girl I was chasing on the motorcycle and speed down the hill. Wendy and Soo-Young holding onto their seats tightly as I take the curves fast and hard. The police car having a hard time keeping up, that car was never made for drifting. Just for powerslides and looking ugly I think as I see the big billboard for the next city.

I spin us around and behind the sign, turning off the engine and lights. Thank god it’s night time, the cop finally catches up and speeds past the sign. I let out a sigh, and try to start the car again, “Oh my god, I can’t believe my car won’t start.” I groan, “I”m sorry guys, I shouldn’t have done that--” “What! THAT WAS SO COOL AND FUN!” I look down with my eyes wide, and see it’s out of gas, “Where’s the nearest gas station?” I ask softly, “22 miles from here.” I sigh, “But now we can’t go to the concert,…” Soo-Young shrugs and pats my back, “We could always walk downtown to see if we can find it.” I nod and throw my jacket into the car before locking it. We walk through the bushes and down into a residential area to see colorful lights.

“We made it!” Wnedy let’s out excitedly!” We make ourselves to the edge of the driveway and we groove out for a little. That’s when Wendy says, “Look, there’s that girl!” I gasp, no way, “You already proved you were cool, you don’t have to go over there and talk to her!” Wendy tells me, worried about me. I shrug and walk over towards her, “You’re here for the show too?” I ask her, and she nods, “Just trying to get out of the house” I laugh, “Yeah, aren’t we all,... It’s been a long time in quarantine.” She laughs, “Yeah, I like how you styled your hair.” She tells me, “I like your hair color. They say the color orange means you’re bubbly and sweet.” She giggles before putting a note in my hand, “I’ll let you find out for yourself” and walks over into the crowd.

When I make my way toward the group my mouth is agape. “I-I-I- I got,... I-oh my god!” Wendy gently pats my back, telling me to take my time, “How did it go?” Soo-Young asks excitedly. I grin, “I got her number!” Soo-Young elbows Wendy, “I told you!” I laugh, “What you guys talk about?”

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I finally get up the guts to text her the next day, “Hey I’m that girl you met at the concert, I’m (Y/n).” She texts back almost immediately, “I’m Seulgi.” Before I can even reply to her she texts me again, “Let’s grab some coffee at Panera Bread so I can see your beautiful face again.” Oh god, I wish I was a confident gay like she is. I tell Soo-Young what’s happening and she helps me dress nicely.

Needless to say, but that date led to many more, which led to holding hands and kissing in public. To riding on the back of her motorcycle, and me taking her drifting. To say the least when it comes to her my heart is on my sleeve. Or to put it in a better way, in her hands, “Babe, I’m home!” That’s her now, God I love her.

Wendy and Soo-Young could not believe me when I told them that she asked me to be her girlfriend. They called her up and she laughed, “I’m Seulgi, and yeah I asked (Y/n) to be my girlfriend, cause she’s cute, beautiful and funny.” I blush and wave at her from behind the two of them, she laughs and waves back. My friends introduce themselves and talk to her acting like they were my protectors.

I run downstairs and throw my arms around her and hug her. “I love you” She grins and kisses my nose, “I love you too, I brought home cookies from work.” I raise my eyebrow, “What’s the occasion?” She shrugs, “Just wanted to show my girlfriend how much I love her.” She places the plate down and I unwrap them, and they have words written on ‘em. “I love you with all my heart, I’m so glad I get to come home to you and call you mine.” I giggle, “You’re too cute, I’m glad I get to call you mine too. I love you too, Baby.” She grins, “Let’s kick back and watch a movie together, and eat these cookies of course.” I kiss her cheek and we finish off our day like that. Five months in and I know she’s the one,...

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lasermagnets · 6 years ago

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Story Time: World’s Worst Date?

This happened in May, but I think about it all the time and I want to record just how bad it was before old age blesses me to forget it happened.

It was the night before my last two finals: physics and physics. I made a coffee date with this kid from tinder because I had never been on a date and I just wanted to see what it was like. He was an engineering student from a nearby college and I thought it would be cool to talk to someone also interested in physics like I was/am. I stayed up all night studying (rookie freshman) for my finals and we planned to meet at like 7 PM because my last final went until 5:30. He was I think 30 minutes late. If not 30 then at least 15 minutes because he got lost thinking he didn’t need his GPS once he got to the town. This kid pulls up in his family car. A mini cooper. He was dressed like an absolute idiot, I’m not even going to try to sugar coat it. It was brown checkered/gingham knee length shorts with a dingy ass beige t-shirt. I wore mascara for this. Needless to say, all coffee shops were closed as they should be and we went to Panera Bread instead. Before that though, this big city kid comes to my town of 10,000 people asking if we have any small shops or literally any other options besides Starbucks. Clearly the answer was no. Once we were in the car he asks me how I want him to drive on a scale of 1-10 because apparently mini coopers do that. I say a six and he says “oo okay.” Him, not knowing how to drive stick shift tells me that driving stick shift is so much fun and that I should learn. Okay. Also found out shortly after that he’s the type of person that speeds down school zones because he can’t read numbers either. He assures me he’s a really good driver. We were both in car accidents this year. He asks at the beginning of all this if I want to see a movie after this and boo boo the fool me says sure.

We get to Panera and he orders food: a broccoli and cheddar bread bowl. I ordered a smoothie because the original plan was coffee. Not trying to stray from the agenda at this point. When he gestures to me to order I asked if he was paying and he shrugged and in a nonchalant voice said “It’s only a smoothie.” Right. We sit down and get our food. He says he loves the bread bowl and he eats it every time. This boy talked for 2 straight hours. I maybe said 2 things. In 2 hours. 2. things. A highlight was:

Southern people have accents because they’re uneducated

Making conversation, I say that I want to go see A Quiet Place because they use American Sign Language etc. I told him on tinder that I knew sign language and somehow we got to him saying “Isn’t sign language universal?” Like he would know. Like he knows even one version of sign language. I educate this boy on how they’re developed independently of each other because of how communities come about and he tells me that he gets it, it’s just variations. Right, just like how Latin is derived from Ancient Chinese. I’m going on about deaf culture to him at this sad little booth at Panera and I say that “there’s a stigma in deaf culture where people think all deaf people are-” he cuts me off here to say “stupid.” Thanks for the contribution. I couldn’t finish one fucking sentence for these two hours and at his piss poor attempt to relate to me insults my culture as a coda. Nice, going gr8 at this point. And it is true that deaf people are portrayed as less intelligent because of how they speak, but that’s not where I was going at all considering we were talking about monster movies. Just his absolute confidence in his answer, like yes, this is what she was going to say, I know this to be true. He asks me if my mom can drive, because she’s deaf. How does she pull over for police or ambulances. How does she function.

He’s asking me if I’ve ever been out of the country, etc, rich kid stuff, I’m saying no and I say that the only time I’ve been in a plane was to go skydiving. He says that he’d “love to jump out of his friend’s plane, because she has one, with a parachute” and I’m like I don’t think you can legally do that like you need a certain amount of jumps tandem before they let you do it solo, and you need to release your parachute at a certain altitude all this stuff because I actually did this, not him. He looked at me like I was the dumbest person he’d ever seen in his life, but really I was just a woman. Head tilted, eyes squinted, smiling, trying to be nice, then compares it to base jumping. I ask him if base jumping is usually from 13000 feet. And it doesn’t even matter if you could do this and survive, whatever. The point here is that he didn’t trust me or my knowledge for one second and the disbelief was unreal.

He said that he did a short internship at a research lab and that he would watch them build this “really cool thing,” collect their data and then just dissemble it. Then told me his concern was why they were tearing it down when they should be worrying about how to make profit off of this. Sounds like a business major in a physic major skin to me... He asked me why I didn’t want to be an engineer anymore and I said that my teacher in high school said he was one for years and years and was miserable as an engineer because it’s a desk job. He said “oh yeah, I guess, but that’s why I want to go into civil engineering and be out in the field” I told him my teacher was a civil engineer.

Finally, two hours later, after 9 PM and he says “do you want to go?” And at this point I’m dragging through the desert of conversations, listening to him go on and on about his life, the driest conversations. I’ve also been awake for over 35 hours, too, and I have to pack my room to move out the next day. He asks if I still want to see the movie, but after this shit show I’m really not doing it. I told him no because I had two finals, stayed up all night, still have to pack and yanno sleep. He looked a little desperate at this point, his eyes widened and he said in a defensive tone, “Well you can sleep-” but cut himself off before he could say sleep in the movie theater. Yikes.

When we’re leaving Panera, the front door is locked, we’ve been there that long. Instead of approaching a salesperson like a regular. human. being. He starts yelling “EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME WE’RE LOCKED OUT,” with the most worried face thinking that he’s really going to die in this panera bread. That’s when I knew country club server boy has never worked a real retail job. I was so fucking embarrassed when this happened I was glad no one was in that Panera Bread on a Tuesday night. The nice Panera bread worker leads us to a side door, where it is unlocked. We’re walking to his car and he’s really talking down to the last possible moments. I have my hand on the car door handle waiting for him to just fucking open it and he’s standing outside persistent to tell his story about the drunk Russian people to the very end.

When we’re finally finally driving back he really asks me if I’ve ever fallen asleep in a movie theater like he is still on this. I tell him no because I pay to be there. We’re driving on this diamond interchange and he’s literally nutting at the sight of it, he’s like “Oh, I know what this is! I saw it in a presentation!” I said “It must’ve been some presentation,” as an final prayer to god to smite me dead right then and there. Mr. Good driver runs a red light, and when I tell him that he says “oh, sorry, I didn’t see it” bitch I got an astigmatism and I still saw it. He drops me off, I glance at him because he’s talking and open the door to begin the recovery stages of grief. He’s still talking. I’m standing outside his car for maybe 15 seconds before just shutting it right in the middle of a sentence. I walked away, opened tinder, unmatched, and deleted the app.

He didn’t even finish the bread bowl.

#i couldnt finish a sentence so its justice he never finished the bread bowl #story time #sorry this is SO fucking long but my sisters sick of hearing about it and im just so fucking dumbfounded its been over 2 months #i didnt even mention him being surprised my parents ran a successful business holy SHIT #tinder #my post #personal #pls share worse date stories and make me feel better #i never wanna date a man again #this is what happens when you lower your standards ladies #my college experience tm

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punkpoemprose · 7 years ago

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December 21st- Christmas Eve

Universe: Modern AU Rating: T (Teen and Up)- Fluff! Length: 1454 Words

This one’s for @kristanna who recommended this song! I hope you’re having a wonderful Christmas Eve!!!

Hey y’all I’m still a bit behind, but gosh darn it it’s all coming (probably all today because I’m actually prepared for Christmas?? Weird.)!

These arms of mine They are burning Burning from wanting you These arms of mine They are wanting Wanting to hold you And if you Would let them hold you Ohh how grateful I will be Come on, come on baby Just be my little woman (yeah) Just be my lover I need somebody, (Somebody) To treat me right (Ohh) I need your warm loving arms to hold me tight And I need your tender lips too Hold me, hold me

-Otis Redding (These Arms of Mine)

The light in their living room was low, both for aesthetic and practical purposes. Of course, the power on their block had gone out on Christmas Eve. Between the two of them they could bottle their luck and sell it as a weapon of mass destruction, but Kristoff was going to be damned if he let it ruin their spirit. Christmas was Anna’s favorite time of year, and she was his favorite person, so he’d made the best of things, running out to the corner store to pick up a minor change of plans.

“Was it cold out?” Anna asked from her place beneath a blanket on their couch, “It was snowing like crazy out there, I was worried about you.”

Kristoff shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and set his bags on the floor, smiling at Anna in the candlelight, “It was fine, are you warm enough?”

She smiled in return, pointing towards the fireplace before singing, “Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful!”

He chuckled, “Good. Now let’s see if I can get things back on track. What did we say we were going to do?”

Anna sat up slowly from her reclined position with a sigh, “Decorate the tree, but we can’t really do the lights, listen to music, but my phone isn’t getting any data and the stereo needs power, make dinner, but we have an electric stove, and watch “It’s a Wonderful Life”, but… well it’s obvious why our plans are shot.”

Kristoff couldn’t help himself but to grin, “I think we’ll manage.”

***

Anna shook her head as her husband handed her a champagne flute of sparkling cider. She was staring at their tree and staving off tears. She still had no clue how she managed to find someone so perfect when she spent so much of her life imagining that she’d never find anyone at all.

She sipped the bubbly juice as he rested his hand on her back in the softest sort of possessive manner. He’d ordered Panera delivery for dinner, and while it hadn’t been the beef stew she’d planned on making him, she’d been more than happy to have her favorite broccoli cheddar soup in a bread bowl. He’d had an answer for the tree as well, expressing his appreciation for having already set it up in the stand in the morning, before braving their basement with a flashlight between his teeth to bring up her favorite tote of ornaments. He hadn’t even made her wonder for a moment about the lights, pulling several strings of battery operated fairy light strings out of his bag, surprising her only somewhat as it always seemed that their local family run convenience store had their most obscure wants. Sometimes she wondered if the place itself was magic.

They’d decided to string up both the normal lights and the battery lights, and now with every double A containing pack switched on, Anna was in absolute awe of how lovely their tree looked. The white lights and silver garland reminded her of what it looked like out the window with stars and snowflakes glowing in the darkness. He’d helped her put the angel on after all their ornaments, the “perfect” mix of sentimental and store bought, had been hung. She decided that it was her favorite tree, if only for the fun they had putting it together and the ingenuity that allowed her to look at it on their “off the grid” Christmas Eve together.

“You know we could have gone to Elsa’s if you’d wanted to,” he said, “I wouldn’t have minded driving, and she’s coming here in the morning anyway.”

“And miss out on you trying to grant my every wish when faced with impossible odds? Not a chance.”

Kristoff chuckled, “And on that note,” he said, moving from her and across the room, “Remember that USB record player you bought me for Christmas last year? Well I got it to run off my power bank and I hope you’re ready for Otis Redding’s greatest hits.”

Anna laughed as he stepped away to set up the music. It wasn’t exactly the Christmas carols she’d been thinking of, but she couldn’t complain about anything. He was spoiling her to pieces, and she couldn’t help but remember the years where she hadn’t been so lucky.

Kristoff had been her friend for many years, supporting her in his own quiet way from the sidelines while she’d dated man after man who hadn’t been at all worth her time. She had known the whole time, with every look, every comment, every way in which she held her when her heart was broken, that he’d been all she ever wanted. However, she hadn’t know that he’d felt the same in return. She hadn’t known until she’d stayed the night at his house three years earlier and he’d absent mindedly kissed her when they woke up from some “strictly platonic” bedsharing.

The rest was history, particularly now that his house was their house, his bed their bed, and nothing about their sharing of anything was platonic. When she heard the static of the record starting, she closed her eyes, and waited patiently for his touch to return.

As the first few notes filtered out into the air, Anna felt his hand slip into hers, his other resting on her lower back. Her lids fluttered open as her unoccupied hand lifted to his shoulder. When he took the first couple steps across their living room floor, their movement more of a well-supported swaying than a true dance, Anna couldn’t help but to grin. She may just be wearing his hoodie and a pair of leggings, but for the way he looked down at her she may as well be the belle of the ball.

Kristoff held her close, moving her body with his in their living room, in front of their tree, wondering if she understood just how ardently he loved her. Of course, he knew that she knew he loved her. After all they were married and spent every single day trying to show their love in everything they did for each other, but still he wished that there was some way for him to directly send his feelings for her to her heart directly. He longed for her to be able to read his mind, if only so that she could see exactly how many years he spent wanting more than anything to be holding her in his arms the way he was now.

“How are your feet? I know you said they hurt earlier,” he asked with genuine concern. He had been extra worried about her lately, making sure that she was as happy and comfortable as she could be.

“Still swollen, but they’re not bothering me like they were yesterday. I think it’s just been because I’m off-balance, you know? Just applying my weight differently on them. It’ll get better once I’m more used to it, or when I’m back to normal, whatever happens first.”

Kristoff grinned, glad that she wasn’t feeling particularly uncomfortable. “Well then,” he said, bending down as the song ended, kneeling before her, “I guess I’ll just have to keep close, you know, in case the two of you need a hand balancing.”

Anna laughed when Kristoff pressed a kiss to her swollen belly. She’d been showing for quiet a while, but it had gotten particularly noticeable in the past month, and they still had three to go.

She combed her fingers through his hair, mussing it as he smiled up at her like she was the angel atop the tree. She knew that the look in his eye, the one she was reciprocating with equal intensity, was one of absolute love and adoration. She was his in every sense, and he, at her feet, was appreciative of her allowing him to claim her as such.

“Did I mention that your laptop has a full charge and we have It’s a Wonderful Life on DVD?”

Anna squealed in excitement, “I forgot about that! Oh my gosh! You’re perfect. Everything, oh Kristoff, thank you! Everything is perfect! Now,” she said, putting her arms out forward, get up here and kiss me, because we have a movie to watch and a couch to cuddle on. No time to waste! I want to feel fully Christmas-y by the time Santa comes!”

Kristoff laughed, standing up and kissing her as they wrapped the other in their arms, their bodies as tight together as possible given her condition.

“I love you baby,” he whispered with his lips on hers.

“I love you Kris,” she returned, pressing a kiss to his stubble covered jaw, “Merry Christmas Eve.”

#kristanna advent 2017 #kristoff #anna #frozen

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spajonas · 7 years ago

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Sunday Update - October 8, 2017

Well, my fingers suffered the agony of writing but I finished THE DAYDREAMER DETECTIVE RETURNS A FAVOR last Sunday. That’s my huge news for the week! It happened after I posted my Sunday Update but I referenced it in my October Goals post.

On Monday, it was back to school and work. In the morning, I pulled SUMMER HAIKUS from Amazon, waited for it to be unpublished, then I uploaded the new version. I then worked on new covers for my Daydreamer Detective series! They will all get an update later this month and the Daydreamer Detective has a new blurb too! I got one professionally written, and it’s so great. I can’t wait to use it!

On Tuesday, I walked, per usual, worked some more on random stuff I had put off while finishing Daydreamer 4, and then got our veggies from the CSA share. Then I had the evening to myself because my husband had work in the city.

Wednesday was a super busy day. I walked in the morning, showered, drove to the grocery store farther away, stocked up stuff we had been running out of, came home and put everything away. I then ate a very rushed lunch, went to the chiropractor and acupuncturist, then got the kids from school. Not long after that, I took them to their tennis lessons, came home, and made dinner. This was also the day I got my new computer up and running! I bought a PC, a Lenovo Flex 5, to run Dragon and a few other programs I can’t get on Mac. In between all the other things I did on Wednesday, I also was working on that. I was pretty beat at the end of the day!

Thursday, I met up with my writing buddy Amy at Panera. We arrived a little later than usual because she had trouble locating her computer in her house! I’m so glad she found it. Then I ran an errand on the way home, and we had a nice chill afternoon at home. Finally, no place we had to be! Until the evening that is, when I had to go to the middle school for Back to School night. It was long, two whole hours, but it was fun and I got to meet all of my older kid’s teachers.

Friday was finally a regular day. I got the kids to school, walked, showered, went to Whole Foods, had lunch at home, napped, and picked up the kids. Then we chilled all afternoon and evening because my husband worked from home.

On Saturday, the kids had piano lessons in the morning so I cleaned while that was going on, ate lunch, went for a walk, and worked in the afternoon. Then in the evening, we had english muffin pizzas as a family and played Monopoly together. My husband crushed us all in the first game and won. Lucky bastard. In the evening, we stayed up to watch the Michigan State vs University of Michigan football game, which is a huge rivalry. I’m a MSU alumni, so I root for the Spartans and they won! I went to bed tired but happy.

Today, we spent most of the day out on Long Island visiting family for my nephews’ birthdays. The ride out there and back were both not too bad, so a good day all around.

In more work news, I’m currently reading Hikoboshi 2 and making notes along the way and I hope to start editing it tomorrow. Today and yesterday, SUMMER HAIKUS has been available for free on Amazon. As of this moment, I have given away over 2100 copies of it! I had an ad in Freebooksy today that put me over the top and now it’s #80 in the Free Store and doing well in the charts. I hope some people in KU have been clicking borrow instead of just downloading the book because I’d love to get a leg up in the Paid charts tomorrow and some page reads as well. We shall see.

What else happened this week?

I finished up THE DAYDREAMER DETECTIVE RETURNS A FAVOR! Woo hoo!!

I’ve been working my way through my Japanese monthly snack box backlog. These were really good. Little brown sugar cookies. Mmmm!

Say hello to my new Dragon master! This is the Lenovo Flex 5.

During Back to School night, we were “forced” to do science experiments, complete with safety goggles.

I flew my Spartans flag outside for the big game on Saturday!

My new knitting project is pooling badly. So I’ve woven in a life line and I’m going to rip back and fix this by alternating with the other end of the skein.

And finally, here’s where SUMMER HAIKUS is sitting today! Looking good! I’m so glad I republished this book.

Coming up this week on the blog: I think it’s time for another Book Chat. I have some audiobooks I can write up!

Have a great week everyone!

Sunday Update – October 8, 2017 was originally published on S. J. Pajonas

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