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floralbuckleyswrites · 2 years ago

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Burnt Out

♡ Pairing: Buck/Gender Neutral!Reader ♡ Genre: General, Hurt/Comfort ♡ Word Count: 870 ♡ Warnings: Dizziness, Exhaustion, Mention of Covid, Mental Health Struggles ♡ Summary: After spreading yourself too thin lately, a scare makes you realize things need to change. ♡ Note: Day 5 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge! I didn’t like the prompt, so I did a request by my lovely amazing boo @nurse-buckley! You are such a sweet angel and I want you to remember that I am always here. Ily ♡

A heavy sigh left your lips as you closed your laptop, having just spent the last two hours writing your last essay of the summer semester. It still needed to be polished, but at least you had it written out. There was still the end-of-semester quiz to take, but besides that, you were so close to finishing. You’ve never had such a difficult semester before.

You were seriously burnt out after getting covid, family drama, and constantly being buried under university work. There had been so many days lately where you truly felt there was nothing else you had to give, yet the world kept asking for more.

Your mental health wasn’t the best because of it and physically you were struggling too. A constant sense of fatigue made everything worse, along with some incessant migraines. You figured it would all stop if you just got a good night's sleep, but thinking about everything you had to do the next morning kept you up.

Letting out a yawn, you stood up to go grab a snack from the kitchen. You didn’t have dinner last night nor breakfast this morning but somehow hadn’t realized it until now. However as you stood up, your vision blurred and every part of your body seemed to give up on you as the world spun.

“Buck!” You called out in alarm, quickly sitting down on the edge of the bed, your hand flying up to your chest to feel your racing heartbeat.

Your boyfriend rushed through the door a few seconds later, his blue eyes wide with alarm at the tone of your voice. He had been in the living room watching tv to give you space while you finished your essay, as you had asked.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to your side and noticing how your shoulders sagged, your breathing was fast, and how dizzy you seemed.

“I… I don’t know, got so dizzy when I stood up,” you answered slowly, sounding disoriented.

Buck’s eyebrows furrowed. These were symptoms he had seen many times before and that had his instincts kicking into action.

“Has it been a while since you’ve eaten or had some water?”

You nodded, albeit reluctantly.

He let out a deep sigh. He had suspected you hadn’t been sleeping much, but he wasn’t sure as he had been working doubles lately. Every time he came home, no matter what the hour, you seemed to be up studying. The kitchen also wasn’t as stocked with groceries as usual either, but he just assumed you were ordering out.

This only confirmed his worries that you were overworking yourself. He needed to make sure you ate and rested.

“Alright baby, I want you to lay back and try to calm your breathing. I’m going to go get you something to eat and some water,” Buck said, as he helped you down, making sure there were pillows tucked behind you.

You did as he instructed, knowing that right now you just needed his help.

Buck spent the next hour making sure you ate and drank plenty of water. He kept an eye on your pulse and once you had calmed down, he wrapped you up tightly in his arms.

You were so thankful for him and didn’t know what you would do without him.

“How are you feeling now?�� Buck asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Better, but I just don’t know what happened. I didn’t expect to get so dizzy, but I guess I just haven’t been taking care of myself lately,” you admitted with a sigh.

“That’s serious, ___. I know you’ve been stressed, but burning yourself out will only lead to this or worse. I was really scared for a second there. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you..”

You frowned at that, gazing up into Buck’s eyes and seeing the genuine fear and hurt. You know how he loved you and cared for you.

The last thing you wanted was to cause him to worry about you like this. Hell, you were worried about yourself. You knew things were bad, but you hadn’t realized how much you were neglecting yourself. It scared you too and from here on out you would do better. No more underestimating how important selfcare was.

Leaning up you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and squeezing his hand, “I’m sorry. I’ll slow down, okay? I promise.”

“Dang right, you will. I already texted Bobby that I need tomorrow off, we’re taking you to the doctor for a check up just to be safe,” Buck informed you, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I think I’ll be okay baby, but if it gives you peace of mind.”

“It definitely will, I just love you so much you know? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“I understand,” you said, genuinely touched at his care and concern.

“Good, now it’s time to get some rest,” Buck murmured, pulling the blanket over both of you and pulling you close to his chest.

You nodded as you yawned and snuggled with Buck, ready to fall into a long peaceful slumber with him right by your side. From here on out, you would make sure to never let things get so bad again.

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notyourdayrdream · 3 years ago

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Tan Hands and Tan Lines

Day Three, Side A: Ubiquitous

(read it here on AO3)

Nobody wants to spend their summer vacation working. But spending it with your two best friends wasn’t too bad. So when Mercedes told Rachel and Kurt that there were two openings at the retro fifties diner in downtown Lima, they jumped on the opportunity.

Diner in the Sky started out as a relatively slow job. It had just opened a few months ago and the word hadn’t gotten out to much of the city that it even existed. In those early days, Kurt and his friends spent the afternoons and nights singing through the empty store, twirling on black and white checkered floors. Finn and some of the other New Directions would stop by before the sunset and order milkshakes with fries. He and Rachel would not-so-mysteriously disappear for five or so minutes, and Kurt noticed the way Mercedes and Sam giggled around each other. He eventually cornered her during a graveyard shift, and she admitted that they had been dating in secret since prom. It took two days for Mercedes to win Kurt back, after buying him the new Marc Jacobs piece he had been dreaming about.

It was a cute job with even cuter outfits. Until July fourth came around.

The mayor of Lima stopped by that night and made a big show of it all, forever putting the little diner on the map. The appearance knocked out every ubiquitous fast food joint in town. It’s been packed every night since.

“I need a number five without onions!” Kurt hears Rachel scream into the kitchen, followed by the clanging of a few plates. She storms out a minute later, hair sticking to the sweat on her face.

“I hate this job,” she grumbles to him as she makes her way to another table of hungry customers.

Kurt leans his body weight against the counter. The metal is cool against his skin, a nice distraction from the oppressive summer heat. The bar isn’t nearly as packed tonight as the rest of the restaurant, mostly just little kids ordering heart attack inducing malts and ice cream cones. He’s adjusting the stupid rectangle shaped hat on his hat when he hears the door jingle at nine o’clock on the dot.

Blaine Anderson strolls into the diner with his little private smile, pulling his usual denim jacket off as he goes. He’s humming again, a pop song Kurt notices. Probably Katy Perry. He overheard Blaine tell Rachel she was his most listened to artist last week. Not that he was listening to hear if his name came up in conversation or anything like that. That would be crazy.

They meet eyes for a brief second, hazel to blue. Blaine grins before sliding onto one of the red leather barstools. “Hell again?” His cheeks are flushed pink, but Kurt blames it on the heat.

“Yeah,” Kurt replies, sounding breathier than usual. Blaine has a way of doing that to him. With his funny quirks and ability to make restaurant issued bowties sexy, the Dalton Academy junior has snuck his way into Kurt’s heart from the second he started working with him.

There’s a particularly loud crash in the corner of the building, followed by a baby screaming. Blaine takes a moment to sober himself, eyelashes fanning out on the apple of his cheeks. “I better get to work. I mean, I should get to work.” He’s flailing, adorably so. “I mean, I should check that out.” Blaine stumbles. The back of his neck is red as he walks away.

“Remind me again why you won’t ask him out?” Mercedes says with a poke to Kurt’s shoulder. Her hair is still intact, textured curls bouncing at her shoulders. The only way you’d know she had been working was the ketchup colored stains on her baby blue dress and apron. “He’s obviously into you.”

Kurt’s thought about it so many times, and the answer is that he doesn’t know. Competing schools wasn’t an excuse, it was summer. Besides, the Warblers had been so gracious in their loss at Regionals that they invited the New Directions over for coffee at the Lima Bean.

Truth is, he was scared. He’s never had a boyfriend, let alone asked a boy out or even told one they were handsome. This is still Ohio, and being out and proud has its consequences. He knows Blaine is gay at least, so his crushing isn’t creepy.

It sort of terrifies him to care about someone so deeply. When Blaine came in with red rimmed eyes after his fifteen minute break one night in the middle of June, Kurt sat with him as he ranted about how awful his dad was. He’s the only friend Kurt has that likes to watch old black and white movies for fun. Blaine makes him laugh so hard he cries, and everytime he brushes past Kurt during the busy nights, the spot tingles for until he gets home.

Kurt sighs. “I don’t know.” He rests his head against the edge of the soda machine. “Crushes are so damned difficult.” Mercedes hums in sympathy.

“It’ll work out, boo. Even if Rachel and I have to force the two of you to close together like last time.” He can feel her laugh beside him, and soon he’s laughing too. That was a good night.

“Kurt! ‘Cedes!” Rachel all but screams, turning a few heads. After knowing the girl for two years, he’s convinced she only has two settings: Loud and Louder.

Her face is bright pink and there’s a deep crease between her brows. She’s got her Business Face on. “What’re you two doing? This large party just came in, and you guys are just sitting here! A little help would be appreciated!” She huffs, pumps tapping against the floor as she walks to the back at a dizzying speed.

Kurt and Mercedes share an eye roll before going opposite ways. The party Rachel was talking about is huge, five adults and three kids under ten years old. After finding a table large enough so they’d all be comfortable, he pulls out a notepad and asks what drinks he can get them started with.

An older woman starts speaking in rapid fire Italian, gesturing to the rest of the group, who nod in return. Kurt instantly regrets taking up French instead of literally any other language.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, hoping they could understand. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

A younger man with a beard cocks his head and speaks in an incredibly thick accent. How a family of Italians decided to spend a summer in boring Ohio confuses him. “Could we get another waiter?” He stutters through the sentence, and Kurt feels bad to inconvenience them.

There’s a familiar tingle on his left shoulder. “I can help them,” Blaine whispers, side-stepping him to get closer to the table. He says something to the family, who grin back at him. He has that effect on people.

“You speak Italian?” Kurt hisses. This guy is just full of surprises.

Blaine puts his head down and smiles. He shrugs like everyone in America is fluent in the romantic language. “I spent a few summers in southern Italy with my grandmother when I was younger.” Because of course he did.

“Oh,” Kurt offers lamely. “Okay, well tell them I’m really sorry for any inconvenience.”

Blaine smirks at him and turns to the table. He says something to them, laughing afterwards. Kurt watches behind him, amazed at the way Blaine can make anyone feel so important. Not to mention Italian is such a hot language to hear coming out of his mouth.

A kid who can’t be above twelve pipes up, pointing back to Kurt. The rest of the family looks back at him too.

Kurt pulls at the edge of his crisp button down. They’re looking back and forth between him and Blaine, unnerving him beyond belief. He feels called out and exposed even though he has no idea what’s being said about him. So he just returns a wavering smile and turns to leave and prepares to never show his face again when he hears it.

Amore.

That stops him in his tracks. Love? Kurt’s no language expert, but the word is pretty universal in every one of them. He turns around to ask Blaine for a translation, but to his surprise he’s gone uncharacteristically silent.

Blaine eventually stammers through a reply, hands stuck stiffly at his sides. Kurt hears him murmur, “I’ll be back with your drinks,” before walking into the kitchen as fast as he can. He won’t make eye contact with Kurt the rest of the night.

Diner in the Sky closes at eleven every night, and it takes another thirty minutes on a good day to scrub stains from the tabletops and lock everything up. It’s Kurt’s night to close up. Usually either Rachel or Mercedes is on schedule to help him, but since his luck is just absolute shit, he has to clean up the place with Blaine.

Closing up is usually an intimate job. Just two people, the nostalgia of an old diner, and a jukebox. Depending on who you’re with, it’s either heaven or hell. Kurt’s not sure which one he’ll get tonight. The other two times he’s had to suffer through it with Blaine, it’s been fun. They dirtied dishes making vanilla shakes and doo-wopping along to the jukebox tunes.

Tonight feels like purgatory. Blaine avoids him at any cost. If Kurt goes to mop the kitchen floors, he goes to the front room, and vice versa. He won’t speak to him, or even acknowledge him when he accidentally sweeps Kurt’s feet. It’s fine at first, Kurt can handle the awkwardness. But eventually, it simmers to anger.

“Can I talk to you?” He calls after Blaine. He stops like a kid caught in the cookie jar, hand freezing on the light switch. He turns slowly, eyes as big as saucers.

“Yeah?”

Kurt glares at him for a moment before speaking. “Look, I don’t know what that family said to you, but it gives you no right to be so absolutely rude—”

“They said I looked like I loved you.” It comes out as if it pains him to say.

That sentence makes any anger Kurt has, flow out of him and into a pond on the floor. Love?

He scraps up any dignity he has left and smiles to himself. “Well, do you?”

“Do I what?” Blaine snaps, coming to sit on the stool next to him. His leg trembles on the floor. Kurt can recognize now the little tells he didn’t know he ever noticed; how Blaine presses his thumb and ring finger together when he’s especially nervous, the way his eyes seem to light up when he looks at him.

“Love me?” Kurt continues, heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He wants to hear him say it.

Blaine doesn’t answer, instead opting to bury his head into his hands. Kurt hears him mumble to himself. Something about not the right time and tan messed everything up. His stomach flip flops.

“So,” Kurt drags, tapping the edge of the metal counter. “Love, huh?”

“Shut up,” Blaine mutters. They sit in comfortable silence for a little, until the hum of Ella Fitzgerald fizzles off the record. Then, Kurt feels a warm, almost clammy hand on top of his. It’s enough of an answer for him.

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hitsuackerman · 4 years ago

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.10

a/n: do ya’ll love Gei? because this chapter is dedicated for Gei <3

warnings: this cannot be read solo, flamboyance

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 11

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“I’m sorry but Endeavor’s schedule is still full. If you’d like to set a meeting with him, it would have to wait till next week.” Burnin answered over the phone.

It was now 2 days since the rather nice date with the chief. You could’ve done this yesterday but the chief had insisted you take the day off. Not sure what his intentions were, you took the opportunity nonetheless. Spending it with your family was the best choice. (Mostly for Nomura’s cooking though...)

Now, you were nested in your cubicle. Face buried in a day’s pile of delayed work. Disappointed that the arson case would have to be moved once more. Maybe the HPSC would take interest in this? Probably not. Still, you wrote down a note to call Mera just in case you were sick and tired of the dead ends.

“In that case, schedule me a 20 minute meeting with him. You can choose when and what time.” You replied and ended the call.

Looking at the time, it was almost lunch and you were set to meet with Gei. His workplace was only 10 minutes from your area and you could afford to take your time knowing this day wasn’t as heavy as the rest. Your phone dinged with a notification from the man himself.

Gei is the Best: Honey boo boo. Is it alright if you drop by the hospital first? I have this patient that just WON'T sit still for the love Beyonce >:(

You: Sure :) Need me to lower his BP? That might do the trick.

Gei is the Best: YAS! YOU DA BEST. Imma inform the receptionist. See you in a few! Lunch is on me <3

Taking your things, you informed Tsukauchi that you’d be out for the rest of the day. Upon hearing Gei’s name, he chuckled and asked for you to wait. Opening his desk drawer, he handed you a sealed envelope and told you to hand it to him.

“What’s this?”

“It’s some pictures of a recent guy I caught. He might find the man’s composition interesting. His quirk was body manipulation. It somehow failed and his quirk backfired on him. Try to imagine a human pretzel except… you can’t untangle him.” Tsukauchi explained. The slight look of amused disgust on his face.

“He does find these things interesting. So you’ll be asking him to fix the guy?”

“Yeah. Called him a while ago so he’ll be expecting that.”

After a few more small talk, you excused yourself and made your way to your car. Everything was going well till you saw the chief talking with another officer. Not wanting to have a chat with him, you turned and took the long way towards the parking area.

Now that you were on the road, you stopped at a red light and wore your ear piece. Using your car’s touch screen monitor, you clicked on Overhaul’s contact. It was lunch time, he surely didn’t have any schemes at this time.

“Problem child.” He answered after the second ring.

“Birdman.” You smiled at the pet names. “When are you free to test the earpiece?”

“Unfortunately my schedule is full today. Would tomorrow work?”

“Sure. What time are you available?”

“Lunch will do. Drop by the Shie Hassaikai. We can eat together.”

You did not intend to but your foot stepped on the brakes. Did you just hear him right? The car behind you honked his horn and that made you snap out of your daze. Remembering that he was still on the other line, you shook your head and tried to contain your curiosity.

“You’re not going to kidnap me, are you?”

“I’m more than capable of doing so.” The slight rise of his tone made your stomach feel ticklish. Your hands now held tightly on to the steering wheel, waiting for his next words. “But I’d rather not.”

“(favorite food). And you have a deal.” You turned towards the nearing hospital. Your mouth silently repeated ‘oh my god’ till you saw a parking spot.

“Till then, Problem child.”

When the call ended, you slammed on the brakes once more and shrieked. Feeling your blood pressure rising from the conversation, you placed your hand on your chest. A faint blue glow forming on your palms. Your rapid beating heart and incoming hyperventilation died down.

“Holy shit. It’s been a while since I used that on myself.”

Stepping out of the car, you walked towards the entrance of the hospital. The guard grinned as he saw you approaching. He knew who you were so you were able to skip the log book. Passing by the receptionist, she greeted you and said Gei was waiting in his office.

In the hallway, you could hear the sounds of shoes running around and a few announcements every now and then. Stopping at a window, you observed a few nurses helping some patients. Most of them had tubes connected to their bodies but none of them looked to be in pain. The machines inside were white and you could see how the liquids were gently shaking.

“OH MY LORD!” You turned around and looked at the direction of the scream. “WILL YOU SIT STILL?! I SWEAR TO THE ALMIGHTY FATHER JAY-Z, IF YOU DO NOT SIT STILL I WILL HAVE TO USE THIS ON YOU!”

Running towards his office, you immediately opened the door only to find Gei in his white coat. His hair a shriveled mess, a syringe with clear white liquid, and the patient hiding behind the sofa.

“Gei?”

“Close the door baby girl!” He yelled and lunged towards the patient. Somehow he was able to grab a hold of the hospital gown. Tugging the male into his hold, he turned to face you. “Your quirk please!”

Not wanting to anger Gei, you hurriedly made your way to the two people. Placing your hand on to the male’s chest, both of you saw how his shoulders relaxed. The crazed demeanor was now replaced with one of calm. You felt a tug on your palm and quickly adjusting your control, you increased his blood pressure till he was deemed stable.

You and Gei led the man to the sofa to where he sat down. Keeping your hand on his chest, you maintained control as Gei did his usual magic. Now that you were able to assess the patient, you saw the dislocation his arm had. His sleeves had hidden it from sight.

Watching as your friend used his quirk, the dislocation began to fix itself till it was finally back to normal.

“Now that that’s over with, put him to sleep boo.” Gei said while he walked towards his desk and paged a nurse to come get the patient.

Lowering the blood pressure even more, you felt the patient losing his consciousness. When his head fell, you had finished your job. Making him lean onto the sofa, you closed his eyelids and observed his breathing. It was steady and even. Not long after, a soft snore erupted from the sleeping man.

“What exactly just happened?”

“The way his arm was dislocated made it rather painful. Told him if he would relax, I could ease the pain by a tiny bit. Lord of quirks, the man panicked and began his episode.” Gei explained as he fixed his coat and poured alcohol into his palms. When the nurse arrived, he assisted in carrying the patient into the bed.

“Busy day?” You relaxed on to the chair and held a throw pillow.

“Oh honey no. Nothing I can’t handle. Your presence only made things quicker.” He exaggerated a wink. “Remind me why you didn’t pursue the medical world?”

“I retain information badly. And to top it off, my quirk just makes me into a human sphygmomanometer. It’s helpful but it works better with the police force in times of raids.”

“Well, if yo happy with yo job then do what you do boo.” Taking his coat off, he hung it on his chair and began to keep the files and paper works. Remembering the file in your bag, you reached for it and tossed it onto his table. When Gei saw the penmanship, he nodded and placed it in his drawer. “Send him my thanks and a hug as well~”

Now that Gei was ready, the both of you were now walking in the lobby. A bunch of other nurses greeted him with his hard earned title. Doctor.

“Dr. Hanayaka. Don’t forget your appointment with patient 247 later today.”

“Yes yes. I have it on my sched. Now puh-leaz! I am on break and I need to refresh my beauty with this lady over here.” He winked at the nurse who simply shook her head with amusement. “Go do your thing now, love.”

“It’s amazing how they put up with you.” You commented as both of you exited the building.

“Of course~ I have the charm, the look, and the wits.” He snapped his finger with each description he had for himself. “All I need now is a man.”

Unlocking your car, the both of you got in and drove to the restaurant he had in mind. It wasn’t too far from both your offices so you didn’t mind. It didn’t take too long before you found yourself seated in a comfortable booth by the window with menus in hand. Choosing one of their best sellers, the waitress was quick to get your orders.

“So… how was the date two nights ago?” Gei was in full gossip mode now.

“It ended pretty well.” A smirk formed on your face.Recalling how the chief experienced a bad stomach ache was satisfying. “The food was fine and luckily he didn’t cause a scene since his food made his stomach go bad.”

“Who was he anyway?” He titled his head. He knew you were too busy to even casually date or even try one of those speed dating things. If there was one man he knew you were interested in but it was too obvious you were still blind that the feelings were growing. “You never told me his name, never mentioned how you met, or even his age. Did you meet in Sinder?”

“Don’t freak out or whatever.” Upon seeing him nodding his head, you let out a long and tired sigh. “It’s my chief.”

Gei held on to his chest and began to hyperventilate. His face morphed into one with disgust and disbelief. Even made fake puking sounds to add to his reaction.

“Oh. Heyll. No.” His voice went a range higher. “Sis. Why the hell you go out with that man? You ain’t got no daddy issues! And don’t go tellin’ me no man would take interest in you cause thaz bullshit.”

“It was either that or I get 10 more cases. I already have too much on my hands. Two of which are major.” You explained and sunk deeper onto the chair. “It’s fine, though. The dinner ended on a nice note. His stomach ache was just so bad that he practically pushed me out of his car.”

Gei’s mind went ticking. The chief asks you out on a date, the date ends on a disaster for him but a success for you. Staring at your happy face, he lifted his fleek eyebrow and placed one knee on top of the other. Leaning onto the arm rest and pouting.

“Tell me, baby girl, whatdyu the day before the date?”

“Me and the chief met up with Overhaul for a quick meeting. Then he got mad cause the chief cut me off and then he dropped me home to let me take a shower cause he said I smelled like him.”

“And what does your brain have to say about that?” Gei asked. A sly smile on his face.

“Not much.” You shrugged your shoulders. “He was right, though. I smelled like beetroots.”

“Oh good lord.” Gei uttered to himself. “Beyonce, if you’re out there, bless this oblivious woman…”

“BUT, the waiter at the restaurant was pretty attractive.” Seeing how Gei shimmied his shoulders and leaned in closer was always fun. “I didn’t get his name, though. However, he had pretty cool hair. Like, arrows for the ends.”

“In that case, imma make a reservation.” He smacked his lips just in time for the food to be served.

The rest of the meal was light and fun. Occasional teasing from him which you didn’t take to heart. You had asked him how his job was and his patients, he in turn asked for updates about cases you could speak freely about in public. Now that the food was gone, he reached for his neon pink wallet to hand over the payment.

“By the way, I’m free tomorrow.” He added with a slight jump. “Wanna stop by this new cafe that opened down the block?”

“I can't. I'm meeting Overhaul tomorrow.”

“You say that so casually as if he isn’t a class-B villain.” He pointed out. “Look me straight in the eye and tell me your heart doesn’t skip a beat when you see him.”

And you did. Straight up told him that it did not. However, you still told him that he would sometimes catch you off guard and end up stuttering or catching your breath. All you’re flamboyant friend could do was to send a prayer to his queen that you would one day realize that you were slowly falling for the villain.

Lucky for him, his prayers would be answered soon enough.

Sadly, it came with a cost.

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another date but this time with Overhoe himself? wew~ the possilities..

do you guys have any questions? feel free to comment and ill gladly answer them :) take care and i hope you guys like this chapter <3

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dimitrescus-bitch · 5 years ago

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Betrayal (Ruby Riott x Reader)

“Ruby darling, are you ready?” you asked and Ruby nodded. There had been traces of hesitation with her at first, but then everything between Liv and Lana was surfaced and Ruby was dead set on helping you. You personally didn’t have anything against Liv Morgan or Lana, but they’d be useful in getting you over in the most spectacular way. You’d debut tonight and give the WWE Universe the heel they deserved. “Good.”

“I’ll go out first,” Ruby confirmed with you. You smiled and nodded, accepting the small kiss she was offering you. Ruby walked out first and you watched as she played Liv and the crowd. She pretended that she was extremely sorry for her attack last week and once Liv had agreed to team back up with Ruby, your music hit. Everybody was confused by it. You had been at Raw for almost a month and a half now, but hadn’t been used and your signing hadn’t been announced. You had been a pretty small competitor with NXT UK before you left that and then found yourself tearing up the independent circuit.

“Liv Morgan, pleasure to meet you,” you said with a bright smile. “There is only a slight problem with what has just transpired here. You see, you had your chance with Ruby Riott. You let that go when she was injured, you turned to Lana of all people.”

“We all make mistakes,” Liv muttered under her breath. Lana let out an offended gasp at the interaction, but you ignored her. “Who are you?”

“Y/r/n, also known as half of the team that’s going to teach the WWE some lessons they’ll never forget. Liv, your lesson tonight is something that you actually know a thing or two about, right Ruby?” you asked and Ruby nodded. “Betrayal!”

“What?” Liv asked, obviously confused. Ruby held Liv as you delivered the first blow. You switched places with Ruby and she kneeled down in front of Liv and gave her a few antagonizing slaps. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I’m going to hurt you just like you hurt me Liv. I can’t break your heart like you did mine, but I’ll make sure that you feel the physical equivalent of it.” Ruby gave Liv a swift kick to the midsection before you let her go and turned around to face Lana.

“Your lesson is in karma. Liv will pick up where we leave off with this one,” you said and your “lesson” to Lana was much more brutal than Liv’s was. You could excuse it, you did like Liv more than you liked Lana to begin with. Also, Ruby was less forgiving when it came to the blonde who had stolen Liv away from her. You walked out of the ring with Ruby, the two of you laughing as a chorus of booing drowned out your music. You turned right before you went backstage and bowed with a smug, “You’re welcome.”

“You’re amazing,” Ruby panted. You kissed her forehead and held her hand as the two of you walked through backstage. A few superstars gave you weird looks, but they‘d be getting their lessons soon. “I’m gonna go see Sarah.”

“Don’t take too long,” you said and Ruby nodded. You did an interview with Charly while Ruby spoke with Sarah. Ruby came back distraught and it was obvious that she was no longer in good graces with either of her Riott Squad members. In fact, you found out just a couple days later that you’d be facing Sarah and Liv in a tag match at the next Pay Per View.

#ruby riott #ruby riott x reader #ruby riott imagine #ruby riott imagines #imagine #imagines #x reader #raw imagine #raw imagines #wwe raw #wwe raw imagine #wwe raw imagines #raw x reader #wwe raw x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #wwe x reader #wwe

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basementsushi · 4 years ago

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Cinderella - movie reviews

Movie: Cinderella (1950)

Would I recommend: Yes - it’s another classic that’s still quite enjoyable today!

Had seen before: Yes (but couldn’t remember it)

Main movie, prequel, sequel, or midquel: Main movie

Theater or straight to video: Theater

Keep reading below for fun facts, my thoughts, and origin details (contains spoilers)!

Also further below are my reviews for the sequels!

Thoughts:

Why do all the mice and birds have clothes? BIRDS DO NOT NEED SHOES

Cinderella’s rant at the clock tower truly shows the universal hatred of being woken up by a clock in the morning

Cinderella certainly has more attitude than I remembered! It’s wonderful

I can’t help wondering why the prince’s baby portrait shows him as a blonde, and from a toddler on he has black hair

What’s going on with the fever dream bubbles? What was in that tea…

I love how much the mice care about Cinderella, they truly do everything they can to help her prepare for the ball

There’s a lot more humor in the movie than I remembered - a lot of it is a bit subtle, I think some may have just gone over my head when I was little

I love the prince’s attitude (hiding a yawn while meeting some of the ladies, and rolling his eyes at the step-sisters)

The king is a bit creepy, he’s so obsessed with having grandkids, to the point that he says some of the ladies must have potential to be great mothers (before correcting himself to say wives)!

It’s wonderful that Cinderella is so appealing to the prince because she’s not fawning over him or his position - he first notices her because she’s admiring the palace beauty instead of trying to gain his attention, and becomes more fascinating with her later when he realizes she’s interested in him (she doesn’t even know he’s the prince at the time!)

While spending time with the prince why does Cinderella splash her GLOVED hand in the fountain?

The poor grand duke.. He may be my favorite character, he’s so sweet and trying so hard. I feel so bad when he’s so panicked about telling the king Cinderella has disappeared (though of course he’d be panicked, the king threatened to kill him if anything went wrong!)

Another reason to love the grand duke - he is literally the only character who acknowledges the very real concern that the slipper may fit many women!

I have noticed that Cinderella wears a black choker both with her ball gown and with her wedding gown. I don’t know what to do with this knowledge.

Fun facts:

Cinderella’s prince is the one known as “Prince Charming”

While the Brothers Grimm wrote a tale about “Cinderella”, the Disney movie draws inspiration from Cendrillon (Cinderella, or The Little Glass Slipper), a tale by Charles Perrault, first published anonymously in 1697 in Paris (over a century before the Brothers Grimm tale, which differs in many ways) - for my research I read both versions, and highly recommend you do the same! The movie stays mostly true to Perrault’s tale, though personally I prefer the Grimm version.

Cinderella was originally going to be a short, but the ideas were too complicated to fit, so instead they made it into a movie

Origin: (Cendrillon, or The Little Glass Slipper, Charles Perrault tale) In this tale a gentleman, who had an incredibly sweet and good daughter from his first wife, married again, this time a haughty woman with much pride. She showed these traits almost immediately after the wedding. The step-mother disliked the man's daughter, especially since her goodness made her own daughters pale in comparison, so she made the girl clean and do the most horrible of tasks and sleep on a horrible straw bed, while her daughters had only the finest of things. The girl dared not tell her father, for he was completely under the influence of her stepmother.

Her step-sisters began to call her names, among them Cinderella, because she would sit among the cinders and ashes.

It then was that the king's son announced a ball, and that many young ladies were invited. The step-sisters were quite excited to attend, and spent much time planning their appearance, and Cinderella, in her goodness, helped them prepare. On the day of the ball Cinderella saw them off, then began to cry. Her godmother, who was a fairy, saw her crying and came to see what was wrong. When Cinderella told her she too wished to attend the ball she said that she would make it so.

She had Cinderella bring her a pumpkin, six mice, a rat, and six lizards, which she transformed into a fine, gold-gilded coach, fine horses, a coachman, and footmen. When Cinderella asked her about a dress she touched her with her wand, transforming her rags into cloth of gold and silver, covered in many jewels. Her godmother warned her before she left to leave before midnight, when everything would transform back into what it was before.

When Cinderella arrived all were stunned by her beauty, and admired her grace when they saw her dance. A fine meal was served, and Cinderella surprised her sister's by sitting near them and giving them some of the fine fruit the prince had given her (they did not know it was her). Shortly before midnight she returned home, and when her step-sisters returned home they told tales of a beautiful and kind princess who had been in attendance.

The following evening she attended again, dressed even more magnificently. She was having such a wonderful time she nearly forgot to leave before midnight, and had to hurriedly flee as the clock began to strike twelve. In her hurry she left a glass slipper behind, which the prince found. By the time she returned home she was once again in her dirty clothes, with the exception of her single glass slipper.

A few days later the prince announced that he would marry whomever could fit into the slipper. Many tried, including the step-sisters, but no matter how hard they tried none fit. Cinderella, watching all this amused, said they should see if it fit her. The gentleman whom the prince had set agreed she should try, as the prince had given him orders to let everyone try.

The slipper fit her perfectly, and her step-sisters were astonished, even more so when she pulled the matching flipper from her pocket. At that moment Cinderella's godmother came in and touched her wand to Cinderella, dressing her in things more fine than she had ever worn before. Her step-sisters, now recognizing her, threw themselves at her feet begging forgiveness. She raised them up and embraced them, forgiving them completely.

Cinderella was taken to the prince, and after a few days they were married. Cinderella, in all her goodness, gave her sisters homes in the palace as well, and that same day matched them with lords in the court.

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Movie: Cinderella II: Dreams Come True (2002)

Would I recommend: Yes*. You can definitely feel the ideas/influence from when this was going to be a TV show, it feels closer to three separate episodes rather than one overarching movie plot. *Overall it’s not as good as the first movie, but if you enjoyed the first and want some silly stories about events that take place after this may be a fun watch.

Had seen before: No

Main movie, prequel, sequel, or midquel: Sequel

Theater or straight to video: Straight to video

Keep reading below for fun facts and my thoughts (contains spoilers)!

Thoughts:

Cinderella is still rocking a choker with all of her gowns

Ball gowns are Cinderella’s Clark Kent glasses - with a gown on everyone immediately recognizes her, with no fancy gown she blends and no one recognizes her as the princess

I like that Cinderella questions many of the customs at the palace - that she shouldn’t make her own breakfast, that people can’t just choose where they sit at dinner, or wondering about essentially same colored napkins - it’s quite relatable

WHY DOES PART OF THE PLOT INVOLVE JAC BECOMING A HUMAN

There are color changing strings of lights at the Spring Festival - historical accuracy be darned

The fairy godmother needs the get “bippity boppity boo” embroidered on her sleeves or something, it’s her only spell and she still manages to forget it half the time

Well the movie has mice romance sub-plot, now all it needs is the kitchen sink… [edit from later in the movie: LUCIFER AND POM POM? That’s it, they’ve covered every possible love sub-plot]

Quite a 180 from the first movie, I actually am liking Anastasia (one of the step-sisters), and the other begins to seem better as well

Fun facts:

This was originally going to be a TV series, but it got cancelled, and the ideas adapted into a movie instead

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Movie: Cinderella III: A Twist in Time (2007)

Would I recommend: Yes - it’s certainly a fun sequel to the original, I’m finding myself debating whether I like it or the original better, and honestly, I think this one might be winning!

Had seen before: No

Main movie, prequel, sequel, or midquel: Sequel

Theater or straight to video: Straight to video

Keep reading below for my thoughts (contains spoilers)!

Thoughts:

I’m not 100% sure, it’s pretty subtle, but I think from the opening song this movie takes place a year after the first one

Lady Tremaine is so much more evil in this one! It shows in her use of magic too, hers is green, while the fairy godmother’s and Anastasia’s are white/blue

I love how much more independent and clever Cinderella is in this one - she’s taking control of her life, a true fighter!

SHE WEARS A SIZE 4.5? What is she, a fae?

Aww, Anastasia reminds the king so much of his wife (who I can tell through inference as passed away)

It’s amazing how some genuine kindness and care changes Anastasia’s personality and outlook, I sympathize with her so much in this movie - it really shows how much she just wants to be loved and appreciate for who she is

Good prince, questioning the weird animal interactions

OMG the prince is dramatic as heck, when told he was forbidden to take another step down the stairs he just yeeted himself out the window instead

#cinderella #movie #movie review #charles perrault #brothers grimm #sequel

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gainerstories · 5 years ago

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Muffin Tops: Chapter 4 (Community Story)

Written by: thedk159

September was a week away and Diego was anxious to leave Hayden behind and return to university. His campus was in an adjacent town from where Hayden lived, and while it wasn’t too long of a drive the distance would surely be felt. They spent their last night together at Hayden’s place before Diego had to leave for class.

“Morning Babe!” Hayden told Diego as he brought him a big breakfast in bed. I figured this would be enough to hold you over on your drive to campus.

“Thanks” Diego smiled as he went up to kiss Hayden. “It’s going to be tough being away from you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to make it up for it as much as I can... I’ll prepare lots of treats so you’re reminded of me all day long.”

Diego arrived to the campus apartments with his heart aching and his stomach already growling. “Apartment 426, not too bad,” Diego thought. It was on the top floor right on the corner, which had an amazing view of the campus. It was an added bonus that just down the street was the famous pizza place the college was known for. His roommate had to back out at the last minute so for the time being he had the whole place to himself, which was quite the privilege.

His first week of senior year was off to a positive start. Diego was loving his classes, but the constant supply of goodies from Hayden, replete with love notes, left him missing his boo. Upon entering his place one day, he noticed the bedroom door was closed. This was unusual so Diego cautiously entered the room, unsure what he would find. To his great pleasure, Hayden was sprawled on his bed, looking plumper than ever. The baker had dozed off on his side, causing his belly to pour out of his shirt in a pool of flab in front of him. Hayden’s eyes lazily opened and then dilated at the sight of a much curvier Diego standing in the doorway.

“Oh babe! I’ve missed you so much!” Diego said as he ran into Hayden’s arms.

Hayden planted a giant kiss on his lips and squeezed his boyfriend as tight as possible. They spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch, inhaling a delicious dark chocolate cheesecake Hayden prepared and watching shows before heading into the bedroom. One week without sex had left the boys ravenously horny and they fucked like jackrabbits, leaving both of them exhausted from all the physical activity.

The next morning, Diego woke early so he could surprise Hayden with a home cooked breakfast of cinnamon french toast, eggs, and blackberry milkshakes. Following breakfast, Diego showed Hayden the campus and all his hang out spots. Hayden was interested, but more interested in the fact that Diego’s shorts from last summer were straining to contain his rounded out booty. Hayden was happy that his lover was eating his treats and wondered if they had kicked his appetite into overdrive. After an extensive tour both men were sweating profusely and Hayden noticed a sweat stain forming at the base of Diego’s back as well as his asscrack. Hayden slipped a finger down Diego’s wet ass and gave it a firm jiggle, then suggested they stop at the famous pizza place Diego had been raving about.

“This is the best pizza ever, I’m not lying to you.” Diego said to Hayden as they walked in.

“Well, what do you suggest I get then?” Hayden asked coyly, enjoying Diego’s enthusiasm.

“I’d definitely get the deep dish chicago style pizza. It’s so filling, you get what you pay for.”

Diego was always found himself surprised at how much Hayden could eat. But then again he was the bigger than the former life guard, so it made sense. The boys had ordered a large pizza and Hayden confidently downed half. Diego wasn’t quite as ambitious, and offered the remaining two slices of his half to Hayden, who clearly was still hungry. Hayden refused and suggested Diego polish them off later that night before bed. The boys arrived home and found themselves already hungry again.

“I thought you said that place was filling!” Hayden joked.

They decided to split the last two slices and pick up a couple tubs of ice cream from the corner store. Because of the heat, they spent the evening completely naked eating ice cream on the couch. Hayden was surprised to see just how much Diego had really gained. Diego now had a healthy inch of fatpad bulging above his crotch, and his belly extended a couple inches further than that. The whole night Diego kept scratching his underbelly and Hayden wondered if stretch marks were setting in. The two ended up having slow, sloppy, sweaty sex on the couch. Even though they were barely moving, beads of sweat were dripping from their brows. They fell asleep in the living room, surrounded by ice cream tubs and candy wrappers.

“It sucks you have to leave!” Diego said the next day as he was hugging Hayden.

“I know, but don't worry I’ll come to visit again soon. Plus, you’ll have plenty of goodies to come in the mail this week.”

Multiple times each week of September, Diego would receive a few boxes of goodies from Hayden. As always, each one better tasting then the last. Hayden would come to visit every other weekend and the boys would feast on pizza and other college delicacies. Hayden was growing tired of the cheap food, but there was nothing else available in the little college town. He also noticed that these weekends were taking a toll on his waistline. He was older and had a slower metabolism than his boyfriend, and all that pizza was causing his jeans to strain.

Diego was a different story. Even though he would always finish Hayden’s goodies lickety split, he didn’t really gain much weight. A lot of his classes were on the other side of campus and he all the walking kept him from completely ballooning, though he had put on a few pounds in the right places, namely his ass. All the walking meant he had time to text and catch up with Hayden almost daily. He’d often facetime Hayden as he was baking his next big creations.

Half way through October, Diego was receiving less goodies in the mail. He was so busy with classes he barely noticed. Hayden had noticed they were chatting on the phone less, but tried to accept that his lover was simply busy with school. By November, Diego was becoming extremely stressed with finals and getting everything in order. He was getting close to graduating and he knew he had to have a perfect record and take any opportunity that landed in his lap. He wished he had more time to talk with Hayden, but it wasn’t always feasible. A few times he had to cancel plans with Hayden to come up and visit because he needed to study, and this left both of them distraught and finding comfort in food.

Diego was eating at the school cafeteria all the time now because it was the only place that was close to all of his classes. He would always find himself starving as he returned home late at night, so he’d stop at the pizza place where they knew his order by heart: a medium deep dish pizza, breadsticks, wings, and a large Coke to go.

Sadly, Diego had to spend Thanksgiving at the college. His car broke down and there was no way he was going to be able to spend time with family considering all the coursework he had to complete. He was able to facetime everyone and talk to Hayden on the phone for hours, which provided some relief. He was surprised to see that Hayden had grown a beard since he saw him last. Had it really been that long? The college put on a Thanksgiving buffet for students who spent that weekend on campus, and, needless to say, Diego took full advantage. He piled heaping amounts of food onto his plate and kept going back for more. He wasn’t the only one either, it appeared all the students were eating their feelings over the holidays. Diego brought an inordinate amount of leftovers home, even sneaking a full plate of dinner rolls into his backpack. As he studied relentlessly he kept a constant stream of food to his mouth.

Naturally, all this extra eating had a dramatic effect on his waistline. He put on about 15 pounds since the start of the semester. This was a dramatic change for him, especially after a gluttonous summer. Up until this point, Diego had only put on twenty pounds since freshman year, and it was all muscle. Suddenly, he noticed a pot belly sticking out in front of him, bumping into books on his desk, and digging into his belt buckle.

Despite his newfound belly, the weight gathered most predominantly on his lower half. His favorite jeans were a thing of the past, as he wore joggers nearly every day now. Other people were beginning to notice too. One evening after class, Diego’s friend made a comment that he’d never seen Diego with a beer belly and that it was “late in the game” to put on the freshman fifteen. He even gave Diego a little pat on the gut, telling him he should cut back on the pizza and beer. Diego realized the fact he was becoming huskier, but didn’t have time to worry about his weight with finals and GPA to worry about.

Indeed, all that studying Diego did was worth it. He finished the semester with straight A’s and an extra 10 pounds straight to the gut. He celebrated at a kegger with friends, before packing up and heading back to see Hayden for the first time in a month and a half.

#gainer stories #muffin tops #thedk159 #muffintops

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forwhycas · 5 years ago

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Oh, What a World (part 1)

Hello all, obviously my roger fic never got completed but i’ve been working on a Joe fic that has been finished and edited, with the help of my very good friend! No warning’s for this chapter, although maybe some swearing?

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You met Joe at a café you used to go to almost every day after your 4 pm class. It took you a few weeks to introduce yourself to him. You first noticed his laugh; you were listening to your study playlist which consisted nothing but classical music and you heard this loud. You rolled your eyes as you looked up to see who it was; you were going to shoot whoever it was a glare, but he was gorgeous. He had this wide smile, and golden hair. You smiled to yourself, turned up your music and got back to work. After that day you started to notice him more and more. The day you introduced yourself he was reading Poe, one of your favorites.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt but I see you here a lot and wanted to introduce myself, I’m Charlie.” He was sitting down and he got up to shake your hand and motioned for you to sit down with him.

“I’m Joe, nice to meet you.” You sat down and placed your bag on the floor. He smiled at you and put his book down, the wrong way in your opinion, pages down, damaging the spine.

“I admire your taste in authors…” You pulled the same book out of your bag and put it on the table.

“I’m currently on A Dream Within A Dream.”

“I’m on The Sleeper.” He grinned at you and you too got to talking about basic stuff, he asked if you went to school, or if you were a local. You told him it was your first few months here and that you were a transfer NYU grad student.

“Where do you go to school?” He chuckled a little.

“I’m flattered you think I look young enough to be in school, but I finished school a while ago, I’ve just lived in the city most of my life.”

“So what school did you go to?”

“University of Southern California, I graduated in 2005, loooong time ago.”

“God in 2005 I was in middle school…”

“Way to make a man feel even older, Charlie.” He smirked at you, picked up his book and folded the corner of the page he was on. You inwardly cringed. Your phone started to vibrate reminding you about your second class of the night; astrology.

“Well Joe, it was nice meeting you, I’m here almost all the time after my 4 o’clock class, so feel free to join me anytime, I have to get back to campus.”

“Will do, enjoy the rest of your day!” You threw him a peace sign over your shoulder, suddenly feeling more energized for astronomy.

A few days later you were sitting in your usual spot and felt someone staring at you, so you looked up and Joe was sitting at his usual spot as well. You motioned for him to come and sit with you.

“Hey, hope I’m not interrupting anything…” He motioned to the cluttered table in front of you, flash cards and notes taking over the small table you sat beside. You shook your head no and ended up taking an hour long break before he headed out to go home. You started to sit with Joe almost every time you went to the café and started to get to know him a little better. He was nice and had a great sense of humor; super sarcastic and a little bit dark, but always playful. He always had the warmest smile displayed, and after a long 2 hour lecture, being with him for just a few minutes your mood would instantly spike.

“Hey did you maybe want to join my friends and I for a movie tomorrow night?” You asked Joe as he was putting his book away. He looked shocked and stopped what he was doing.

“Um yea, what movie?”

“Oh it’s just Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, it’s re-playing at The Paris tomorrow night at 6.”

“The Paris! Love that place, I’ll definitely be there!” You had just gotten done packing up and wrote down your number on a crumbled up receipt before you wished him a good rest of his night.

You were just getting out of the shower when your phone pinged, it was a new number.

“Hi it’s Joe, I forgot what time you said to meet you at The Paris for?”

“Hey J! 6 o’clock!”

You decided to dress comfortably since the movie was 2 and a half hours long, you pulled on your most worn in pair of jeans and a hoodie, grabbed your wallet and left for the 4 block journey. You found Joe waiting in the lobby for you.

“Joe!” He took his hands out of his pockets and gave you a small wave and of course his signature smile.

“Hey, how was your day?”

“Boring. I had to sit through a bunch of presentations this afternoon, one of them about black holes, and if I’m being honest, if it wasn’t for the painfully attractive person presenting it I would have fallen asleep.”

You felt someone’s arm drape over your shoulder.

“You think I’m painfully attractive?”

Dean kissed your cheek and shook hands with Joe, you blushed and when you saw Joe lift an eyebrow at you. You explained to Joe how Dean was a good friend and the smartest in your astrology class. Just then the rest of your friends walked in together being loud per usual. Dean from astrology, Laura from stats of psych, and Adam and Dylan from creative writing. All of you were different majors and that’s probably the reason why all of you got on so well. After introducing your small group of friends to Joe while waiting in line for your tickets, everyone dispersed to go get different food. Joe followed closely behind you.

“I like your friends, they’re all so…”

“Loud? Childish?”

“I was going to say different, also you guys are all children to me, but I can tell all of you are polar opposites.”

“Well I’m the oldest of the group, everyone else are just super smart juniors taking grad courses.” You grabbed a bag of skittles while Joe grabbed some gummy bears, and when he automatically paid for your skittles, you gave him a pouty look.

“I’m gonna slide money into your pocket while you’re not looking during the movie.” He matched your look and leaned down to your level. You two stared at each other like that for a few seconds before you burst out laughing. You found your friends and all took your seats.

“If I fall asleep, just wake me up for the sad ending please.”

“How the hell can you fall asleep in a movie theater?”

“I can honestly fall asleep anywhere.” You shrugged but he agreed. You didn’t end up falling asleep but you did cry at the ending like you always did, when everyone raised their wands you audibly sobbed. You felt Joe looking over at you but you didn’t care. After everything was over and the lights came on, Dean was the first person to say something.

“Well I need a fucking drink after that, anyone care to join?” You laughed and shook your head.

“I have an exam first thing in the morning, I’m gonna head home.” He shook his head and gave you a disapproving look.

“Oh Boo! Charlie when are you gonna finally get trashed with us?”

“I did enough drinking my first two years, thank you very much.” You said shuddering at the memory.

“But Charlie, how are you ever going to find out how amazing drunk sex is with me…” Dean teased.

“Right on that note I’m gonna leave, Joe be a gem and walk me home?” He nodded and said goodbye to everyone.

“So your friends are cool…”

“No my friends are fucking weird, I’m so sorry about Dean by the way, he’s too much sometimes.” Joe snickered. He commented on how you sobbed like a little bitch when Dumbledore died, and you gave him a hurt look and called him a psycho for not crying.

“Anyways this is me, thanks for joining us, also thanks for paying for my candy, much appreciated.” You smiled up at him, and reached up on your tippy toes to hug him.

“Hey anytime, I had fun, definitely have to do it again soon.” He smiled and went on his way. A few hours later your phone pinged.

Joey: I don’t know how I didn’t notice you putting three dollars into my sweatshirt pocket.

Charlie: What can I say, I’m sly as fuck!

You chuckled and plugged in your phone and continued studying for your exam.

A few weeks later you were studying for yet another exam when your phone started to vibrate, it was Joe.

“Hey Joe, what’s up?”

“Just hanging out, wondering if you wanted to come by and watch a movie?”

“Can I bring all my stuff with me? I promise I’ll watch the movie but I’m still going over my lecture notes…”

“Yea of course, I’ll text you my address.” He hung up and you started to pack up your stuff. 20 minutes later you were at his place. You texted him and he came down to get you.

“Jesus Joe! Where the hell do you work to have such a nice place and are they hiring?” He chuckled nervously.

“Have you ever seen Jurassic Park?”

“Dumb question, but yes, classic film.”

“Look up the cast…”

“I only remember Jeff Goldblum, what a daddy.” You did though and sure enough, Joe’s name popped up.

“No way! You played cute little Tim!”

“I did.”

“That’s cool! Well this explains the nice place, what else have you been in?” He started naming a few, and your eyes widened when he said that he even directed a few short films and a whole movie. “Well, guess I’m friends with an actor slash director now.” You shrugged and he smiled at you, he led you to the living room and you set up your stuff and started to make flash cards as he found a movie. A few minutes later he was slowly grabbing away all the stuff in front of you, your computer, flash cards, pens, books.

“After this I’ll go over the flashcards with you if you want?”

“Yes please.”

Alice in Wonderland started and you smiled, it was one of your favorites.

“Joe this is one of my favorites, have you been stalking me? Or do you just have really good taste?” He smirked as he sat down next to you.

“Definitely have not been stalking you, I just haven’t watched it in a while, and you can’t go wrong with a Disney movie!” Just as Alice fell down the rabbit hole, Joe jumped up scaring the shit out of you.

“Sorry I forgot about the skittles! I’ll be right back…” You ended up laying down on your back, head facing the tv, and when he came back he gave you the warmest smile. You sighed as you started to shuffle to get up.

“No, don’t get up I’ll just scoot myself next to you, if that’s ok?” You nodded and he handed you the bag as he positioned himself laying next to you on the large sectional, you ended up just laying on top of him a few minutes later, his hands playing with your hair, causing your eyes to flutter close.

“As relaxing as your hands running through my hair feels, I’ll fall asleep on you at any given moment…”

“So sleep, I’m not going anywhere, I’m just here to make sure you get a study break.”

“If I fall asleep, which I probably will, make sure to wake me up when Alice is done with her acid trip so I can study…” Joe lost it, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“Will do.” He continued to play with your hair and you couldn’t fight it, between studying basically all day and really not sleeping much, your eyes closed.

“Charlie…Charlie?”

“Hmmmm, yes?”

“Do you want some coffee?” You smiled and nodded up at him with your eyes still closed. You got off of him and stretched then followed him into his kitchen, you hopped up on his counter as he started a pot of coffee.

“Please tell me I didn’t snore.”

“No you were pretty silent, you passed out super quick. When was the last time you got some solid sleep?” Your eyebrows raised, as you thought about it. “It’s sad you have to think about that answer.” You shushed him and put your hand over his mouth as you thought about it. He swatted your hand away when you started to yawn.

“Well today’s Friday? So Wednesday night I slept for probably 4 hours, ever since then I’ve been wired for my exam next week.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Studying…maybe a nap. Who knows, I’m very nocturnal these days.”

“How about you take a break from studying and we can do something?” You instantly knew your answer. The word yes was just echoing in your subconscious.

“I would love to take a study break and hang out with you, what do you have in mind?”

“I can take you on a typical tour of the city?”

“So like times square? Central Park? The museums?”

“Yea! I love taking new people for a tour.”

“That actually sounds really nice…I’m all yours tomorrow, also please tell me you have almond milk or something other than cream to put in that coffee, I’m lactose intolerant and don’t feel like going through the stomach pain.”

“Me too actually, I have half and half and some vanilla almond milk, which do you prefer?”

“Vanilla please.”

“Sugar?” You nodded your head. He handed you your coffee, and off you guys went to the couch again. You sat opposite of him and he started to read off the flash cards to you. First round was rough, the second round was much better and by the third you knew all the answers. You got up to stretch, and started to gather your stuff.

“Alright I could use a shower, where and when do you wanna meet up tomorrow?”

“Well, if you're up for getting up semi-early, I can make you breakfast in the morning? I make a pretty damn good omelette.” You looked up at him from gathering your stuff.

“How early?”

“How about 9?”

“Yea 9 sounds good!” He helped you gather the rest of your stuff and walked you to the lobby, he gave you a small lecture on how sleep was important all the way down in the elevator.

“Ok, bye dad!”

“OK, ew, please never call me dad again! But seriously get some sleep.” You gave him a quick side hug and started off for your apartment. When you arrived there was a note on your door from your neighbor asking you to feed her cat. You walked next door and got her spare key from under her door mat she always left for you to use. You saw Garry as you walked in and he purred at you as you bent down to scratch his ears. You picked him up and decided to facetime Joe. After a few seconds he picked up.

“Did you miss me that much?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I just wanted to show you my neighbors overweight cat Garry! Look at this fucker!” You moved your phone farther away and Garry was rubbing his face into your curly mess of hair.

“Well fuck, that is a large cat, also Garry? That’s such a human name for a cat!” He smiled warmly as you put Garry down.

“I know right! Ugh alright I’m gonna go shower to get all of this Garry hair off of me!”

“You do that, I’ll see you at 9, bring your appetite!”

“Will do, night Joe.”

He hung up, and you did your nightly routine. In the morning your alarm went off for 8, and you awoke to a text from Joe.

Joey: I just realized I don’t have any eggs left, could you grab some on your way over?

Charlie: Yea of course, anything else?

Joey: Wear comfortable shoes, a lot of walking today, see you soon.

Charlie: Got it, comfy shoes, I’ll be there soon.

You nodded to yourself as you went to your shoe tray to get your running shoes on.

After a filling breakfast with Joe, you automatically started to clean up.

“What are you doing?”

“Force of habit…you have a dishwasher, lucky bitch.”

He laughed and helped you put everything away.

“Right, so kid, let me show you the city!”

“Kid? Joe, how old do you think I am?”

“23?”

“I’m flattered, but I’m 25.”

“How old do you think I am?”

“You have to at least be 30.”

“33, I’m old.”

“I mean you’re older than me, but not old. Old is 70 and up.” He laughed while shaking his head.

“Right, so when I’m 70 and you're still in your 60’s you're gonna shame me for being old?”

“Exactly!” He shook his head back and forth while tying up his nikes, and when he rose he put his hands on his hips and looked at you. You slyly snapped a picture.

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“I’m sorry but stay just like that….look at this!” He looked at your phone and he raised his eyebrows in confusion while you still laughed. You steadied yourself by putting a hand on his chest. “You look like, I’m sorry let me catch my breath…” You looked up at him and started to laugh again. “Ok I think I’m good! You look like a soccer dad…it’s the Nikes!” He looked at the picture again and then at you, his face dropped giving you a grumpy look. “I’m sorry, I just, FUCK!” You started to laugh again, putting your other hand on his chest now, his head fell backwards and he rolled his eyes.

“Are you done?” He grabbed your hands away from him and you fell forward a bit, your head hitting his chest now, still laughing. Joe couldn’t help but inwardly melt when he heard your laugh, his heart racing, a blush spreading across his face. He grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you a bit. “You are completely overtired aren’t you?” He looked into your pale green eyes.

“Yes, ok I think I’m good now, I’m saving this picture forever. Atually I’m gonna set it as your contact picture.” He looked over your shoulder as you did so and his face scrunched up when he saw what his name is in your phone.

“Joey? Really?”

“Hey it was either that or Mojo Jojo but Joey made me laugh more!”

“I can’t even think of anything funny for your name, it’ll come to me though.”

You guys went outside and it got windy real quick, you were miserably cold, Joe noticed this and he wrapped his scarf around you. You smiled up at him and thanked him. “Hate to be that person but can you show me a cool store that has heat so I can regain the feeling in my fingertips?” You reached one of your hands out of your jacket pocket and placed it on the side of his face, he was so warm. “How the hell are you so warm right now!” He moved his face away, and grabbed your free hand, pulling you into the nearest place, which happened to be Five Below. He let go of your hand, and you pouted and grabbed it again.

“If you keep touching me with your frigidly cold hands then I won’t be warm anymore!” You gave him a sweet smile and he rolled his eyes at you. “Fine, but we’re buying you gloves.” You found the winter section and chose a nice pair of purple gloves with a scarf that matched, you took Joe’s scarf off and wrapped it back around his neck.

“Thanks for letting me borrow this Joey, but I think I look more badass in this shade of purple.” Joes nose scrunched up, something that made your heart pound. “I should get snacks while we’re here!” You turned on your heel and started to search, you found some kind bars and got 6 different boxes. Joe raised his eyebrows at you. “I know what you’re thinking, but I lack fiber in my diet so these help, also yes I’m slightly obsessed with them.” You shrugged and then walked around to look at other things. You ended up losing Joe for a good 10 minutes just because you were bouncing around from aisle to aisle. When you found him you had a pile of stuff in your arms. “Look at all the cool stuff I found!” Joe grabbed some stuff from your arms to help out. “I got all these kind bars, a cool clock in the shape of an avocado to put in my kitchen, matching hand towels, I got Garry the fat cat this cool toy, got a 2 pack of purple knee high socks, then a pair of grey sweatpants, you can never have too many pairs of sweatpants!” You were speaking so quickly because you were so excited with all the cool stuff you were getting for such a good price. “I like this store, definitely going to have to come back!”

“I’m gonna have to help you carry this stuff, aren’t I?” You gave him a wide smile and batted your eyelashes. “That’s what I thought, well thank god you didn’t find the toy section!” Your eyes darted to the floor, and you took a plastic t-rex out of your pocket, you held it up to him.

“I laughed when I saw it because I thought of you in Jurassic Park, so I’m getting this for you as a token of my appreciation for not only lending your scarf for most of the day, but for helping me with my bags.” You finally were called up to the register and you plopped all of your stuff down. After 5 Below Joe guided you to Times Square, your eyes lit up when you got into the center, it was just starting to get dark and all the colors were so pretty, he stared at you with the cutest smile on his face, biting his lip. You got some pretzels from a nearby truck and sat down and people watched for a little.

“So what do you think?” Joe asked with a mouthful of food.

“There’s something comforting about being one person out of millions, also theirs so much to see, we haven’t hit everything yet which is fine because I’m exhausted and I can’t really feel my thighs if I’m being honest. But I like it here, I still miss home and being close to the beach but this busy fast pace lifestyle is great to keep my mind of off shit.” You took a bite of your pretzel.

“Hate to pry into your life, but what made you transfer to NYU your second year of grad school?” You put down your pretzel and took a sip of Joe’s soda, which he grabbed away from you shortly after.

“I don’t mind sharing, it’s just a long story, I’ll try to condense for you. Basically I was engaged to my high school sweet heart, we were together since sophomore year and then he popped the question when we graduated college right before we started grad school, then he cheated on me 4 months in, I found out through a mutual friend. He’s now engaged to that woman. I live in a small town and was looking to escape and I was like fuck it I’m applying to NYU, when I got in I packed my car up with as much shit as I could and voila! I’ve been here for 4 months, and now I’m friends with some pretty cool people.” You took a deep breath and took Joe’s soda out of his hand and took a big gulp, then placed it back in his hand. “I left out the dark parts, but that’s the gist of it.”

“Wow, that’s a lot. Engaged!” His eyes were wide and he was not expecting that, and you loved how you made him speechless. “The dark parts?” His head cocked to the side and gave you a puzzling look.

“I’ve never really told anyone about the dark parts, still kind of healing from all of that.” You took a deep breath and rested your head on your arm, and yawned.

“Do you wanna head back? I have left over pasta in my fridge that I’m willing to share with you, but your buying me some beer.” You nodded and chugged the rest of his soda which he was not happy about. He wanted to take the subway back to his, but you convinced him to walk since it was so pretty outside and the wind had died down. You walked arm in arm, pushing through the busy sidewalks, when you made it back to Joe’s you immediately went to his bathroom and put on your thigh high purple socks, the sweatshirt you were wearing under your jacket came down to just above your knees.

“Joe would it bother you if I didn’t wear pants?” You heard him clear his throat.

“Do what you want!” he yelled back. So you came out of the bathroom in just your oversized UMASS sweatshirt and purple thigh highs. Joe couldn’t help but look at you from head to toe, which you noticed, but decided to ignore it. “So you’re from Massachusetts? Does this mean you’re a Red Sox fan?” He went back to focusing on stirring the sauce, he was trying not to look at you, specifically the tattoo’s that were peeking out of the tops of the socks.

“Yup, I could of sworn I told you that? Also I’m more of a fan of football than baseball.” You hopped up onto his counter and crossed your legs. He dropped what he was doing to turn around to look at you.

“I’m sorry did you just say you like football better than baseball?” He had a crazed look in his eyes, and the water started to boil over, you hopped off the counter and turned the burner down.

“Yes, I did. Did I hit a nerve in you? Are you a die hard Yankees fan?” He turned to look down at you, still having that crazy look in his eyes, you poked his cheek to see if you broke him. He snapped out of it.

“Yes, Charlie, look I don’t think this friendship is going to work out if you don’t enjoy baseball, because if I can’t drag you to a Yankees game in the spring then your rarely going to see me.” He added some fresh noodles to the boiling water.

“Well Joe, looks like I’ll have to start enjoying baseball.” You shrugged and opened a beer to hand it to him, then opened one for yourself. You assumed your position perched up on his counter. Joe smiled to himself while he stirred the sauce again. You guys inhaled the pasta and then sprawled out on the couch. Joe manspreading and you laying down on your back, your legs on his lap. “That was some great sauce, did you make that?”

“No, my mom was over last weekend and she always brings her homemade sauce for me. I’ll let her know you enjoyed it!” You yawned and closed your eyes for a second. “I know it’s only 8 o’clock but I could knock out right now.” You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at Joe. He responded with his eyes closed as well. “My arms hurt from carrying your bags.”

“Bullshit!” He chuckled as he stretched his arms out, you watched as his muscles flexed, you bit your lip and let your body fall back again. “I need to get up and go home but I’m honestly way to comfortable to do that at the moment.” Joe through a blanket on you, and you gave him an angry look. “No, take this back!” You flung it on the floor with your foot. “I need to get home and put up this avocado clock in my kitchen ASAP!”

“That’s what you’ve been thinking about all day! Your fucking weird!”

“Your right I am weird, but you hang out with me, so what does that say about you?”

“Get off my couch and put some pants on, go put your avocado clock up!” He patted your thighs that were resting on his lap, then slowly pushed them off.

“I think your jealous of it!” You said as you got up.

“I’m not.” You groaned and made your way back to his bathroom to put your jeans back on.

“I’m gonna leave the other pair of socks here, just promise not to wear them! Where should I put them?” Joe grabbed them and put them in his linen cabinet in an empty spot. “Can I leave these sweatpants here as well?” Joe put his hand out and you handed them to him.

“Anything else? You wanna leave some kind bars here too?” You flipped him off.

“I mean your fridge looks pretty bare, maybe I should leave a box here so you don’t starve!” You placed a box of breakfast bars, banana chocolate chunk, next to his coffee machine. “Thanks for being a gracious tour guide, and walking a little slower since I have little legs.”

“I don’t know about little, I just saw them in those socks, they look pretty long to me.”

“Joe Mazzello, were you checking me out?” You raised an eye brow at him and smirked. He blushed.

“In my defense you weren’t wearing pants! But your welcome for going at a slower pace for them. Now go put your avocado clock up!” You reached up on your tippy toes and hugged him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before you were back on your heels again.

“Hopefully no one tries to take it from me on my long journey home.” Joe smiled and watched you make your way to the elevator. He took the plastic t-rex out of his pocket and put it on a shelf in his living room. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked through the many pictures he took of you throughout the day, you called him ‘your personal photographer’. There were a few on his phone of the two of you standing on the red steps in times square that a stranger took for you guys. He smiled then layed back down on his couch thinking about the day he spent with you and how it quite frankly was one of the best days he’s had in a while.

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softspaceboibrian · 6 years ago

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Journeys End in Lovers Meeting (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Professor Gwilym Lee x student reader

Summary: Reader is a new student at Harvard University and, on her first day, she does something she might regret. Or maybe not.

Warnings: none

Wc: 2035

A/N: sorry for being inactive, not posting anything. it's just that I'm so busy with uni and exams (reason why I won't be too active in the next month or so). anyway, here's the new chapter! hope you like it!! remember to reblog and leave your comments, so I know what you think!!!

Previous Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 5

Taglist: @tegan-eva @kerouacsroad

“The play was really good, don’t you think?” Gwilym said with a smile, while walking out of the theatre, hands in the pockets of his jacket.

You finished closing your jacket while walking behind him, trying to protect yourself from the cold of your first American winter. “Yes, the actors were amazing, and I loved how they kept the original English rather than making it more modern.”

He was going to add something, but immediately noticed how much you were shivering because of the cold. “Do you want to grab something to eat? There was that diner you saw a few blocks back. You seemed to like it.” He smiled gently, taking a step closer to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, trying to warm you up a little.

And you actually did appreciate the warmth the man irradiated from his body, instantly getting closer to him, forgetting for even just a second the fact that you were supposed to be his student. In that moment, you were just friends, which, in a way, you really were. “Yes, please, let’s do it”. You were freezing, obviously you were. Geographically speaking, Cambridge, Massachusetts, was supposed to be somewhat warmer than good, old London’s freezing winter. At least that was what you thought since, by looking at a world map, you thought Massachusetts was a little more south than England. But, again, you knew next to nothing about anything regarding science.

You walked down the sidewalk together, actually appreciating the evening – yes, the cold too -, talking about the play and how you liked it, which was each other’s favourite scene, and all those things Shakespeare’s lovers discuss about. But, finally, a few minutes later, you got to the little diner. As soon as you walked in, your eyes started to move from side to side, admiring every single detail of that place, which looked as if it was from another era: it was just like those old movies you used to watch with your mother, like Grease or Back to the Future, with a black and white checked floor, with individual booths, leather-covered benches and stools, those big led signs, and, obviously, a jukebox. “This place is wonderful” You breathed, astonished by that place.

He just smiled, walking towards a booth and waiting for you to join him. “I thought you were more a 20s kind of girl – he grinned, looking at you – you know, dry cocktails, curtains blowing in the wind, Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald.”

“Oh goof (sweetie), it was cat’s pyjamas (awesome, the best) back then, but you know, this place is swell (cool)” you giggled, while sitting in front of him, finally laying your eyes on him, an amused grin on Gwilym’s face.

“So, you know the 20s slang. I see” He tilted his head to side. “And tell me, doll, would you mind ordering something to chew (eat)?”

You laughed, definitely not expecting him to know 20s slang too. It was already crazy for one person of your age to use a slang that was used almost a century before, let alone two. “Absolutely”

“That was delicious” You marvelled, right before taking the last sip of your vanilla and mint milkshake. You were ecstatic, and Gwilym noticed it. He had never seen you this happy, and he had known you for four months at that point. Your smile was pure, with the angles of your mouth so far back and up that it almost took up most of your face. Your eyes shone so bright. And those dimples, which he had only recently noticed, those were so accentuated.

“Do you want to play a song?” He asked, giving you a coin and nodding towards the jukebox right behind your table. He didn’t need to ask you a second time, you had already taken that coin and got up, your eyes already scrolling through the long list of songs. He was looking at you, noticing how your eyes were unable to keep still, they were lively and quick, never fixed on one thing for too long, probably to keep up with your always working mind. And you were beautiful.

“Hope you know this song, because we’re dancing” You broke the silence, immediately running to him and grabbing his hand, trying to make him stand up.

“What? Wait, love, I don’t… I don’t dance” He shook his head, laughing, trying to sound as nice as possible.

At those words, you stopped, pouting. “Please, just one song” And looking at you like that made it even harder for him to say no a second time. “Pretty please! I love this song!”

He stayed in silence for a few second, before getting up, finally giving him. He couldn’t definitely dance, that’s for sure, but he just couldn’t stay there and not do anything, not when you were that happy just a few seconds before. “You will have to guide me through this because, honey, I’m not joking when I’m telling you that I cannot dance” He giggled, squeezing your hand a little bit before actually pulling you closer. At those words, your face immediately lit up.

In that moment, if someone saw the two of you like that, jumping around, Gwilym holding you close to him in that way, that someone would have probably thought that you were friends, or maybe something more, definitely not a student with her professor. And neither one of you felt that way. Everyone could read in Gwilym’s eyes how much he cared for you, but even how hard he was trying to not fall for you. Whereas you, you would never admit your feelings to anyone, but Rose already knew it. You definitely were head over heels for him, but at the same time you were too scared to admit to yourself that you actually had feelings for him. Every time Rose would ask you whether you liked Gwilym or not, you would immediately start nervously laughing, looking away, your cheeks would turn red and you would say things like “What? Him? But he’s my professor!” or “What are you saying? No!”, but your body was surely saying something totally different.

A few minutes later the song was over, and you were sitting again one in front of the other, trying to catch your breaths. “So, are you going back to your hometown for the winter break?” Gwilym asked, his back against the seatback.

In a matter of time, your smile faded away, which was quickly replace by a cold, distant expression. “No, I think I’m staying here” you mumbled, crossing your legs on the bench.

“I see… - he nodded, not getting why your mood changed so quickly after that question – are you celebrating Christmas with Rose then?”

“No, she’s going back to Illinois to her family. She asked me to go with her, but I didn’t feel like it. I will just stay home, watch some old Christmas movie, make cookies and hot chocolate. Maybe I’ll visit a couple of museums.” You explained, your eyes low on the empty glass that was once filled with delicious milkshake, absent-mindedly playing with the straw.

He hated seeing you like that. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you this sad, and it was probably for the same reason, which you never wanted to explain to him. You would always try and hide it behind a fake smile or simply a cup of tea. But that time, it was different. He had said something that made you feel that way, and he couldn’t stand it. “You can come over to my place for Christmas.” He said, trying to catch your attention, wanting to look you in the eyes. “My mom is going to be there and she’s definitely going to prepare too much food for just the two of us.” He laughed a little bit nervously, really hoping you would say yes. “Furthermore, I don’t want you to spend Christmas day alone. That would be really sad. Unless you’re old and grumpy and your name is Ebenezer Scrooge”

Finally, you cracked a smile. He knew it wasn’t a happy one, or at least not as happy as it would have been a few minutes before, but he made you smile, and that was already far more than enough. “I don’t know, Gwilym, I don’t want to-”

“Humbug!” He talked like an old man would, obviously trying to imitate the A Christmas Carol’s character. He new you loved that story, and he thought that it was definitely the right way to cheer you up. “Come on! I’ll come and pick you up, so you can help me set the table and then we’ll just wait for my mom to arrive while watching a movie.”

“Okay, but only if I can bring the dessert”

“You can do whatever you want, love” he smiled, happy to see you do the same.

The days went by quickly after that night, lessons finished, winter break started, Rose left and so did almost half of Cambridge’s population, because, apparently, most of the people living in that town were Harvard students. Walking downtown those days was both relaxing and melancholic, cafés were almost empty, shops played those old Christmas songs for the few people that came in to buy the last presents. It had even snowed for a couple of days, and now the streets and the sidewalks were covered in white, soft snow, which seemed to be asking to be picked up and thrown at people. But you had no one. Not that you minded being alone that much. you appreciated being able to walk alone, without worrying about what time you had to be back home for dinner, being able to walk out of the bathroom in your underwear after having taken the longest shower ever, without risking to find an unexpected guest. You had even found the time to get Gwilym a small present. It was nothing too special or expensive, just a little something to thank him for everything he had being doing for you since the first day. You were walking down a street, not really looking for something in particular, just enjoying your alone time, soft music coming out of each shop; then your attention got caught by an old bookshop just across the street. Curiosity drove you inside the store, where you immediately recognised the familiar smell of paperbacks, old newspapers, and you knew that was going to be your new favourite shop. You walked through the aisle, scrolling with your eyes through the titles, spending a little more time in the classics section. It didn’t take you long to sit yourself down on the ground, in the middle of the aisle, your back against the bookshelf, with books scattered all around you, trying to decide which one you should get yourself as Christmas present, not really thinking about anything else.

“Can I help you, dear?” A voice asked, which made you look up. In front of you there was a lady around her sixties, with grey hair neatly pulled up into a perfect bun, as if she was one of those ballerinas ready to go on stage for their performance.

“I was just looking for a book” You smiled back, getting up and noticing how small the woman actually was.

She turned around and reached for a book, handing it to the young lady in front of her, a gentle expression on her face. “Have you ever read this one?”

You took the book from the woman’s hands and read the title: The Call of the Wild by Jack London. “Yes, I know this book.” Of course you did, just as you knew it was one of Gwilym’s favourite books. You remembered how happy he got every time he told you about his mother reading him that book every night before going to sleep when he was 10. “I think this is the book I was looking for”

“Is it a present?”

“Yes” Your plan of getting a book for yourself just vanished from your mind, all you could think now was how Gwilym might react to you giving him that book.

“Someone special, darling?”

“I think so”

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the-kouchfort · 5 years ago

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All the munday questions. All of them. Every single one. WRITHE IN YOUR HUBRIS

You asked for it

ᄏ: Play any instruments? Yep. I play the viola and the piano

ω: Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what color(s)? Oh hell yeah. I’ve had it every color but yellow and orange. Blues and purples are my favorite.

△: Have you ever painted the walls of your room? Yep. It’s been a while, though.

【・ヘ・?】: Ever tripped in front a bunch of people? YEP. The worst one was in the parking lot of church when I was a kid. Fell on my face, broke the glass casserole dish I was carrying, and my dress went up over my head. So. Yeah. That was a fun one. Luckily, I didn’t get any glass in my torso.

＊: When was the last time you tied your hair up? (if your hair is long enough) A few days ago!

旦: Last time you drove your car (if you can drive/have one)? The last time I drove my own car was the night my severe anxiety was triggered. Whole horrible story, and the reason I cowered from thunderstorms for about a decade.

愛: Are you currently dating? Nope. I have been married for 20 years as of last Halloween.

太: When it’s New Year’s, do you make New Year Resolutions and actually commit to them? Nope. I used to, but now I know I won’t actually keep them, so why do it, and just feel awful about it later?

＠: Ever felt attracted to the opposite sex before? Mmmmmhm. I am bi/pansexual, so, there’s that ^_^

空: Did you ever throw up after one roller coaster ride or a few? Nope. I’ve ridden one coaster in my life, and never since then.

☆: Have you ever played games such as ‘Spin the Bottle’? lol, yep. Loooooong time ago.

⊙: Are you happy with where you are in life right now? .... this is a loaded question. I don’t have the inclination to unpack all of it right now, but lets just say... yes, and no. ピ: Did you like Pokemon as a child? When I was a child, it was the 70′s and 80′s, so... no ♪: Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes? Allll the time.If I’m not humming randomly, or singing an actual song, then I’m singing random notes that sound good together with nonsensical sounds.

☁: Ever wanted to learn a foreign language? In 2nd and 3rd grade I learned both french and german (though I remember almost nothing of them.), and all through jr. high I learned Spanish and was fluent in it up to that sort of level, but I remember almost none of it, as well, through lack of anyone to practice with.

ス: Have you ever swallowed gum? Yup.

⅚: Post the link if your current favorite song. Omfg, this is a hard one. Music is the underlying fabric of my life. Sure, that sounds dramatic, but it’s true. Maybe this one, as it’s something that’s so fucking hard for me to remember, and I need the reminder every day:

youtube

ღ: Post a gif of what you’re currently feeling right now.

≘: Have you ever watched the sun rise? One of my favorite things to do was to go camping in the winter. One of my favorite things to do while out there in the middle of nowhere was to wake up early, and watch the stars fade, the sun rise, all while sipping a nice cup of coffee, and wrapped in a blanket in front of my fire. Ahhh, yes, good memories.

☄: Would you defend a friend if they were in danger? Always. Without thought to my own safety. It’s just part of who I am. ➍: Ever been to a concert? Was it fun? Yes, and yes.

♛: Do you like group projects? Deeeepends on what it is. If it’s a creative thing, then I’d prefer to work alone. Everyone has their own vision, their own creative style. I’ve seen group creaative projects go so wrong because everyone wants their vision, and they end up ignoring others’ input.

高: How often do you use headphones/earbuds? Every day. My hearing is way too keen to be able to deal with life without them. The Spouse likes to say I can hear a mouse fart a mile away.

ಲ: Headphones or earbuds? Earbuds. Headphones kick off my chronic pain, and I do everything I can to avoid that pain.

♞: Showers or baths? SHOWERS. BATHS ARE GROSS. IT’S JUST YOU SWIMMING IN YOUR OWN DEAD SKIN, BODILY OILS, AND CROTCH AND BUTT STUFF. GOOD GOD NO.

✗: Walks on the beach or in a forest? Both? But if I had to pick, I’d choose a forest. Too many people at a beach now-a-days.

⊙﹏⊙: Which horror movie scared you the most? If any? The original IT when I was a kid, but only because of a very specific prank pulled by my best friend’s brother that had me screaming, and running. They found me a mile away, standing in the middle of the road (it was 1am), just staring at nothing, and swaying side to side. Clowns, after that, have been a terror for me.

^∇^: Has your best friend ever made you angry? Of course. We’re human. Also, everyone pisses me off at one point or another. However, she’s one of the two people who has pissed me off least often in the entire world.

( ．＿．）: Do you think you are an awkward person? Depends on the circumstance. I’m more panic-ridden, and terrified than awkward.

メ: Cupcakes or muffins? Hm. Idk. They both have their plus sides. If there’s milk, then muffins. If not, then cupcakes.

♯: Would you like to be able to fly? YES. I’ve had dreams of flying since I was a kid. About as often as I’ve had dreams of swimming to the bottom of the deepest parts of the ocean. Half of the time it was just something I did in grocery stores, for some reason. That is, until I started thinking about it too much, and lost the ability, and smashed into the floor face first. Sadly, it always happens.

ℝ: What color shirt are you currently wearing? Black, as usual. Æ: What color underwear did you wear yesterday? Parti-colored. Purple, blue, black, pink.

☪: Have you ever flipped off someone? Ohhh yeah.

♬: Cats or dogs? Uhhh... both? Almost all animals! I’d have just about anything for a pet, from spiders and snakes, to rats, to cats, ferrets, dogs, horses... yes. Lots. 礼: Would you swim in the lake or ocean? Yes. の: Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate, every time.

◐: Have you ever seen a meteor shower? Yes, and they’re always amazing. ᄇ: Have you ever broken a bone? Broke both of my wrists at the same time while helping my aunt to get her horse trained for a dressage competition.

ℨ: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? I... have no idea. I can’t pin it down to one thing. If I have to pick, then I’ll go nuts, and say to the edge of the universe to see what’s there.

♔: Know the Duck Song? The Llama Song? Banana Phone? Yes, and fuck you. ۞: What shows did you watch when you were a child? Punky Brewster, Silver Spoon, things like that. ▼: Could you live without the internet? I mean... yeah, sure, but I would go fucking crazy locked in this apartment with no outlet, and no contact with people. Д: Strangest food you’ve eaten? Chicken feet? Menudo (tripe)? Shark? I’ve tortured myself by trying durian, something I will NEVER do again. *insert vomiting gif here*, gator? Buffalo? *shrug* Depends on what you consider weird? 까: Cookies or brownies? Brownies if they’re well-cooked and gooey, Cookies if they are similarly soft in the middle, and a bit crisp on the outside.

came back to the computer to actually post this. has been sitting here for a few hours now. lol. now back to bed for my appointment in the morning. boo mornings.

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wwetookovermyllfe · 6 years ago

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Use Me -Chapter 1: A Good Day Gone Bad

Paring: Dolph Ziggler X Original Female Character

Warnings: none in this chapter

Summary: Hazel is Dolph’s valet - for now. Bigger and better things are coming, far above being a valet for the show-off. When she calls to tell her boyfriend of two years the good news, things go from being an amazing day to the worst day of her life.

Word Count: 2,294

Hazel sat at the set up wooden table in catering, her phone in hand and a plate that once held her lunch sitting before her. She was eating before her appearance that night on Raw as a valet for her best friend. She wasn’t quite sure just where her storyline was going with that role as Dolph’s kayfabe love interest, that was until ten minutes ago. She had actually just had a meeting with creative to talk about where they were going next with her ring persona and she was eager to tell her best friend what they had decided for her.

“Hey there, dollface,” she heard besides her. Dolph pulled out the chair next to Hazel and took a seat with a plate of food in his hand, “You ready for tonight?”

Hazel locked her phone and set it down on the table. She turned towards him and smiled, “Sure am,” she said excitedly.

“Woah, I’m not that exciting. Where is this energy coming from?” he asked as he ate.

Hazel bit her lip, “Exciting things are happening, Dolph. Exciting things,” she told him.

“Well, can I know what exciting things?” he asked.

Harper contemplated, “Nah, I think I’m gonna make you wait like everyone else.”

He playfully pushed her arm, “Jerk.”

“Hey, not even Justin knows. All I can say is that good things are coming, my friend,” she stole a fry from his plate and popped it in her mouth with a smile.

“Speaking of your boytoy, how is her?” Dolph asked. He and Justin were acquaintances at best, not having much time to hang out and become friends, but they liked each other well enough. Justin hadn’t exactly been thrilled that Dolph would be kissing his girl, but he understood that it was work and nothing more.

“He’s okay. I haven’t actually talked to him all day. Actually, we haven’t talked other than texting in a few days but I understand, we’re both fairly equally busy. I’ll call him when we get to the hotel later tonight. Now come on, we got a match to get ready for.” Hazel stood and got rid of her paper plate, then headed off to the locker room to get ready for the night. Her valet look was simple, yet so cute. A black skater skirt, a hot pink pin-up crop top and hot pink doc martens. When they first came up with the love interest storyline for her and Dolph, they decided that her outfit should match up with his own, so the choice for hot pink was obvious. She headed out to get into hair and makeup when she was joined by Dolph.

“Hey, good lookin’. I gotcha something,” Dolph said as Hazel took a seat in the makeup chair. He held up his hand and Hazel realized a necklace dangled from his clasped hand. It was his pendant, a hot pink DZ printed on a black background.

She took it with an excited yelp, “Dolph! This is so cute! I’ve never seen this before,” she said as she clasped it around her neck.

“It’s brand new, just came in. Merch table had some in stock so I snagged one for ya, figured it’s not only a great addition to your look but also some free advertisement.” He gave her his wide, cheesy grin as she shook her head at him.

“Ah, there's the truth. You’re just using me for advertising your new stuff,” she scolded him.

He shrugged, “Guilty as charged. Hey, I’m gonna go find Rowan and Ryback, I’ll see you in a bit when you’re done,” he said and took off. Hazel talked with the hair and makeup team as they worked; the makeup was some pretty nude colors, but obviously, a bit overdone so it would read on camera and the hair, they decided, was up in a high ponytail. When they gave her the all clear, she took off towards the gorilla in search for her boys.

“Hey guys,” she said as she found Dolph standing with his Team Cena buddies.

“Hi there, pretty lady. Don’t you know how to not show up the rest of us?” Ryback said as she stood next to her partner.

She laughed, “You guys, you’ll make me blush,” she told them. The four had become fairly close since Dolph, Ryback and Rowan had joined Cena and Big Show to take down The Authority. They had won, her kayfabe boo being the only remaining member of the team, but Seth had threatened Edge’s life and well, John had no choice but to give him what he wanted: The Authority back. Now they had to face the music, Hazel included because she had backed Dolph.

“We’re all set,” a crew member told the group. Rowan went out first, then Ryback, then Dolph with Hazel at his side. The crowd was in an uproar, cheering for Team Cena (minus John, who never seemed to be around after Survivor Series) and booing Team Authority. They entered the ring, Dolph entering first and then helping Hazel in after him by taking her hand and stepping on the bottom rung.

The Authority rubbed it in that John let them down and that they were back, so actions had to be taken to punish the team that opposed them. They went down the line and doled out the punishment, Rowan getting thirty days suspension, Ryback getting sixty and Dolph getting ninety. When they made it to Hazel, they debated on the mic about what to do about her.

“Well, she didn’t exactly have anything to do with the match, per se, but she did express her support for the cause and even came out here during the event,” Seth argued, stepping towards her slowly and almost seductively. “I mean, why shove such a pretty face into the dark for any number of days. A face like that should be seen every day if you ask me,” Seth looked down at Hazel, his face rather close to her own.

Dolph put his arm around Hazel’s waist and pulled her closer to him, “Back it up, pal. That’s my girl you’re undressing with your eyes,” Dolph warned.

Seth smiled and took a few steps back and turned to converse with his team members to themselves. Once they were done, they turned back and focused their attention on Hazel, “After some consideration, we came to a solution. You have one of two options: Fifteen days unpaid leave, and once you return we make your life a living hell. Or, you ask for forgiveness and join Team Authority,” Triple H told her. As she went to respond, he held up his hand, “Oh, and if you join us, all the remaining members of Team Cena will get off scot-free. No suspension, no unfair matches, nothing. You join us, you save them.”

Hazel chewed her lips and Dolph pulled her so she could look at him. He urged her against it, telling her that he’d be fine and that they could take it. Ryback and Rowan seconded him and told her not to do it. Hazel turned back, “Do you know why I supported Team Cena in the first place? It’s because I believed in the cause, because like my friend Rowan here, I don’t like bullies and you lot are the biggest bullies I’ve ever had the misfortune to deal with. If I do this, if I join you, I turn against everything I believe in. So no, I and my teammates would rather take our suspension if you don’t mind.” She dropped her arm down to her side and stepped back.

“We’re sorry to hear that, we really are. You’re an asset that could thrive here on Team Authority, but we’ll give you one last chance to change your mind. We need some time to think things through,” Steph said and turned back to the group. They left the ring and kept walking until they made it to the entrance stage, “Okay, we’ve had some more time to talk and we decided not to suspend you at all. No, in fact, we decided that instead of that, you’re all fired!” Steph declared. Hazel paled and looked to her friends in shock, then understanding overcame her face; her last chance to change her mind.

“Wait!” Hazel exclaimed, “Wait! Don’t fire them, I’ll join you!” she yelled, her free hand up in the air in surrender, “If you promise not to fire them, I’ll join you.”

Dolph spun to her in shock, as did Rowan and Ryback, all three men telling her not to, “Don’t do this, please,” Dolph pleaded.

She pushed through them and stood in front of them, “I’ll join you.”

The crowd was loud with cries of disapproval and it made Hazel’s heart swell; they wanted her to stay face. A wicked grin broke out on the faces of Steph, Triple H and Seth. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Steph said, “We accept.” Hazel left the ring and joined the open arms of Stephanie and then walked out with them, leaving her friends in the ring in shock and disappointment.

“That was so cool, did you hear how reactive that crowd was?” Hazel asked as she and the others broke through the curtain and into the backstage area.

“They sure do love you,” Seth told her with a grin, “But be ready for next show, and be prepared for the booing and the ‘you sold out’ chants they love so much,” he told her. She could tell it got to him a bit, the way the universe hated him so much. Hazel wouldn’t lie, she was little nervous about that reaction, it felt so good to be cheered and adored.

Shortly after, she was joined by her other friends, “Man, a little warning next time. ‘Big things coming’ indeed,” Dolph said as he came up behind her. She was talking with Show and Seth and didn’t see him coming.

“Sorry, I wanted to keep it as secret as possible,” she told him.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “So I guess you won’t be needing the necklace,” he said with a chuckle.

She laughed, “Guess not, but it’s been fun wearing it while it lasted. I’m keeping it, by the way.”

“Theif, what else of mine do you wanna steal, huh?” he asked and poked at her side, “First my tank top, then Rowan’s sweatshirt, Ryback’s cut up shirt and now this?”

Hazel shrugged, “What can I say, I like supporting my boys.”

“Stealing our clothes is not the way to do it,” he exclaimed with a laugh. He turned his attention to Big Show and Seth, “Be careful with this one, articles of clothes will start to go missing when she’s around.” He lightly pushed her shoulder and then took off the change.

“A thief huh?” Seth asked with a grin, “That’s alright, I think I got a few sweatshirts you can steal if you want.”

“What can I say, I love comfy things and so things that are one or two sizes bigger than me are my favorite article of clothing,” she defended herself.

“If that’s what you’re after, I got a few things you can have,” Show commented, “I have a feeling my stuff is about five or six sizes bigger than you.”

“Hey, there you guys are. Come on, we’re all riding together to the hotel,” Kane called as he walked over, “Hazel, you’re with us.” She nodded and split from the group to get her things from the locker room, deciding that what she had on was good enough to wear to the hotel.

Once they were outside, however, she realized her mistake. It was freezing and she all but bolted to the car, much to the amusement of her team members. Kane helped her load her stuff up and then he got in the driver’s seat, Big Show sliding into the front seat after Hazel refused his offer for her to sit there. Seth laughed at her again and shrugged off his hoodie and passed it to her, “But what about you?” she asked.

He asked her off, “I’m pretty warm already and you’re practically wearing nothing, so please, I insist.” She slid on the hoodie and then pulled out her phone, shooting her boyfriend a text saying she would call him when they got back to the hotel. He didn’t respond, but she knew he had to be busy, probably in the shower or something.

When they arrived to the hotel in the next city over, Hazel was told she’d be staying with Seth while Kane and Show would be in the next room over. She was pretty relieved, she was friends with the other guys, but she was closer with Seth. They had known each other in NXT and she felt much more comfortable staying with him. Of course, she’d rather be staying with Dolph, but she knew that she had to stay with those she was seen with on screen for the sake of not breaking kayfabe. Seth muttered something about grabbing a shower before bed, so she used the time alone to call her boyfriend, Justin.

The call rang for a few moments before it picked up, “Hello?” a female voice answered.

Hazel’s heart picked up, but she remained calm, it sounded like his sister, Sarah, “Hey is that you Sarah?”

“No, this is Katelyn. Who is calling?” the girl responded. Katelyn, we didn’t know any Katelyns.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Hazel asked, trying not to panic. As she waited, Seth emerged from the bathroom in his sleep clothes and threw her a curious look when he saw her face.

“Katelyn, I’m Justin’s girlfriend,” she responded.

#dolph ziggler #dolph ziggler x ofc #dolph ziggler x original female character #dolph ziggler fanfic #wwetookovermyllfe

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acklesforlife · 7 years ago

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Slipknot Star Corey Taylor on Singing with Jensen Ackles — and Loving Supernatural!

Corey: It’s kind of a crazy story. I’ve been a massive massive massive Supernatural fan for years. I didn’t start watching right away but I started watching around the third season. And I went back and binge watched the first two seasons as much as I could and then started buying the DVDs from there. Now I download them right away and watch the shows as much as possible. So I go way back with the show and I love the whole universe, everything about it. What I’ve noticed is that I’ve made a lot of friends over the years with some of my fans who are actually Supernatural fans themselves. So I have a friend — me and the guys have a mutual friend named Shannyn who’s actually from Australia. She’s a massive Slipknot and Stone Sour fan and a huge Supernatural fan, goes to all the conventions and knows a lot about them. I had no idea, to be honest. I’m all over running around the world, so I don’t get to go to half the conventions that I want to let alone know about half of them. So I found out about the conventions through her and then found out that the J’s are huge fans, especially Jensen.

Lynn: Jensen is such a music lover, that really seems to be who he fanboys the most.

Corey: And I had no idea! So I kinda freaked out, I was like – what??! – I genuinely fanboyed so hard when I found out about that.

Lynn: (laughing) You were mutually fanboying each other!

Corey (laughing) Yeah it was pretty killer. And then I get a call from her – this goes back to last year right around like September or October – Shannyn was planning to go to the Las Vegas convention and she was like, would you want to go and meet the guys? And I was like DUH of course I would! If I’m in town I absolutely would love to do that. Fast forward to she keeps in touch with those guys and found out that Jensen wanted to do a tune with me with the band. Now me, I REALLY flipped out at that. I was like there’s no way, there’s no way I’m gonna be lucky enough to jump up with those guys and do a tune and not look like – I said it onstage, I feel like I’ve just won a contest! I felt the same way just hearing the idea of that.

Lynn: Were you actually nervous about it?

Corey: I’ll tell you, I’ll be honest, I was more nervous that the audience wasn’t gonna give a shit about me. (laughing) Because apparently there was all this build up, people were talking about the ‘special guest’ that was going to happen, everybody thought it was gonna be Castiel and I thought, they’re gonna boo me, they’re gonna boo me because I’m not Castiel. So when I walked out and people were actually stoked, I kinda relaxed a little bit, but yeah, there was that moment when I was like AHHH!

I kinda had to keep reminding myself to sing the song because I was like too busy staring at everybody. Like what am I doing here, you know? It was so cool, Rob [Benedict] and the band [Louden Swain] were so cool, very accommodating. They were just as stoked as I was. And Jensen, Jensen is such a hell of a singer. He really is and I knew as soon as he picked that tune, I was like oh, right on! Not only do I love that song but I remember it from the season where Dean is going to hell and he and Sam are singing that song in the car. So I know what meaning that has for the fandom as well. And I was like, man, I just wanna lay into this song, you know? It’s one of those songs that I love to sing not only myself but with other people, and I just wanted to make sure that people really felt it.

Lynn: Did you see last night’s episode? There was so much humor!

Corey: I haven’t watched any of the new season because I’ve been so busy, so I’m really trying to keep myself away from too many spoilers.

Lynn: I won’t spoil you, but you will like last night’s episode. Jared and Jensen can do humor better than anyone and they were killing me last night, they were so funny.

Corey: That’s something that they don’t get enough credit for.Their dynamic is so awesome and so good. That was the only one bad thing about my night with those guys is I met everyone but Jared.

Corey: Yeah it really was, and it was cool because I live in Vegas – I have a house there and in DesMoines as well – and the whole drive home I was just like freaking out (laughing) I was just on cloud nine, like just such a fan moment of going, did that happen? Did that really happen? And the next day all the videos popped up and I was just reliving it all night and giggling like an idiot, it was just so great.

Lynn: Jensen was fanboying just as much the next day – he was talking about how you have this amazing vocal range and how could he be singing with someone who was a real rockstar and it was awesome.

Corey: (laughing) OMG I had no idea! That’s amazing!

Lynn: I think he was just as giggly as you the next day.

Corey: That’s so rad man, he’s such a great dude. I reached out to him to wish him happy birthday and stuff and he was like whoa, thanks man. It was like a few days later and I was like, I still can’t believe I got to do that. I definitely want to do it again.

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#jensen ackles #corey taylor #vegascon #spnvegas #vegascon18 #jensen:with corey #jensen:quotes #jensen:with friends #jensen:singing #rockstar ackles #j2:with friends #jensen:cons #hatporn #march18

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cheollies · 7 years ago

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Rent A Boyfriend!Seungkwan

Boo Seungkwan: the emotional type. Need a guy to accompany you and your friends to that new and sad romance movie coming out on Valentine’s day or possibly a guy to attend a wedding with well there’s Seungkwan. he’ll have your friends in envy when he holds you and lets out a few tears. extra services include multiple speeches about you to your friends just to show how much he loves you dearly.

Seungkwan’s more of a special service

most of his clients are girls who are going through a break up or someone who just really needs someone to be there

the boys joke a lot about his clients, calling his job to be more of a break up service than a boyfriend

but Seungkwan loves his job

he loves cheering people up

more often than not, he does home dates or casual dates

Usually a movie at home/movie theater or a small get together with his clients friends at someone’s house

Let’s see, how Seungkwan got his job

Seungkwan was job searching since he really needed a job in order to pay rent so he began walking around, going into shops, asking for resumes and such

but then he comes across this huge beautiful building and he thought ‘why not’

He doesn’t think much of the place, like maybe he’ll get a front desk job or something simple

and when he approaches the desk lady she states that there were walk in interviews going on at the moment and Seungkwan’s just like ‘why not’ again

the interviews ask him a bunch of questions, questions he doesn’t know how to answer but does anyway, and they make him do this weird role play thing and for a minute he thinks ‘am i auditioning for a play or something’

but three days later, he gets a call and boom he’s suddenly got a job as one of the boyfriend services

Seungkwan’s persona could also be an overcorrection to some of his clients, to those who dates ‘jerks’ or ‘assholes’ there’s Seungkwan, the sweet and maybe kinda clingy boyfriend to over correct your last relationship

and he’s so cute too so that’s a plus

anyway

Seungkwan isn’t as crazy scheduled as let’s say Joshua

but he has pretty decent hours that work with his school university schedule

and so he does become the occasional substitute for the guys if they’re sick or running overtime with another patient

Seungkwan absolutely loves the high class clients cause well he’s a broke college student so you bet he’s taking some of the food home

He once watched a really sad movie on one of his dates that he ended up crying so much and he got sent back to the company in tears

Seungkwan with tears streaming down his face ‘SHE LOVED HIM SO MUCH BUT HE LEFT HER’

Wonwoo sitting on the couch playing on his phone: ok

Seungkwan meets you on a date

it wasn’t initially for him, it was for Jun but Jun was clocking in some overtime with his own client that the date got switched over to Seungkwan

you see when Seungkwan got this date, he thought this girl was horrible. She planned on going on a double date with another couple in order to try and steal her friend’s boyfriend

Seungkwan read the whole profile and he was so ready to rip the paper into pieces

he tried to get out of it but sadly everyone was booked and he got a solemn ‘good luck’ call from Jun

and thus he gets ready, dressed in a suit for this dinner at a really high class restaurant and he meets his date (which he already as a distaste for) and puts on a show for his job

now Seungkwan thought the restaurant was incredibly beautiful but when he saw you, standing up at the sight of your friend on his arm, boy was he just blown away

he was such in a shock at how beautiful you were that his date actually elbowed him really hard like ‘um you’re supposed to be in love with me’

so he tries to concentrate on his job, doing all the things Jun told him to do on the phone because Seungkwan said he needed tips.

but as the date progresses, he just can’t help but get drawn into you, you were so sweet, so nice, so wonderful, why would someone want to hurt you

he fell in love with everything, you were in school studying to be a vet (he loved it), you work part-time at a daycare center (he loved it even more), and you used to play volleyball and will sometimes coach for your old school team (he literally fell so hard when you said that)

he seriously thinks he’s fallen in love with you and half-way through the date, Seungkwan doesn’t even care about his job anymore cause ‘heck no I am not helping this evil woman try to hurt y/n’

and ‘coincidentally’ through the date, both your boyfriend and his date went to the bathroom so you and Seungkwan are left at the table

‘I know what they’re doing’ you say to Seungkwan, ‘I was just waiting for this moment.’

Seungkwan has a ‘what’ moment and you’re smiling in front of him with just the cutest grin ever

‘I’m going to leave, feel free to leave too. I ordered the most expensive thing on the item so those two, who are broke as hell, are going to pay for it.’

and you just kinda up and leave and Seungkwan just follows you

‘Technically that was our first date’

‘IT WAS NOT SEUNGKWAN.’

you two ended up going out a week later to the incident and months pass in a blur as you two tell the story to people

Seungkwan doesn’t shut up about you the first three months of the relationship

‘I love them so much. They’re so amazing. I want to spend all of my time with them. Will you cover my next client so I can go have lunch with y/n’

Jihoon’s in the corner holding his fingers to his head while whispering ‘shut up shut up shut up’

He does that thing on the phone where he giggles saying ‘no you hang up first. wait hold on, I’m getting a call’

Minghao:HANG UP THE PHONE

when he works, he slips up sometimes by mentioning you. Like when he watches a movie with a client, he might say ‘oh I should totally watch his movie with y/n later’

he still cries many times on dates, but he calls you in tears and you listen to him cry with a small grin on your face because he just sounds so cute crying over the sad disney movie

you and Seungkwan are half cute relationships and half annoying best friends

sometimes you visit the company and when Seungkwan sees you, you two literally scream your heads off and give each other the most dramatic hug cause why not

sometimes he’s on the second floor two and he screams all the way down the stairs

one time you and Seungkwan were out on a date and you ran into one of your little day care kiddos and they point at Seungkwan like ‘is that your boyfriend’

Cue Seungkwan sliding in ‘why yes I am’

and thus for the next week you get asked a bunch of questions from your kids about your boyfriend

So cute little Kwannie’s birthday began to slowly creep up on you

and he’s such an excited little puppy for his birthday that once it hit 10 days before he keeps asking you ‘what are we doing for my birthday? What are we doing for my birthday?’

Honestly you have no clue because just two weeks ago Joshua’s partner literally threw the largest party ever known for Joshua’s birthday so how do you even beat that

you asked the boys and you immediately regretted it because they decided to chant ‘DJ PARTY AGAIN!!’

and you’re just like ‘nope not again. I am not going to deal with a smashed Seungkwan again.’

so instead of something big, you went with sweet, simple, and nice

you let him sleep over at your place, you got up early to make a nice special birthday breakfast, you smothered him with kisses that made him smile like there was no tomorrow, you went out to various shops and you had even conceded to wearing very obvious couple matching clothings

you sent Seungkwan home for the second part of his birthday, telling him to dress in a suit to which he got really excited for

you sent him the address to meet you and he was so giddy for everything

when he arrived at the place, you were already there waiting for him

and he gives you such a heartwarming look ‘this is the place’

‘Where we first met, yes it is.’

the dinner is spent with smiles and laughter before you pull out something from your purse, ‘this is your actual present for today.’

you hand him the envelope and when he sees the contents he feels like he’s going to melt

‘It’s two tickets to Jeju. You’re always talking about how you want to take me and show me your hometown and so we can finally do what you’re always saying.’

He starts bursting into tears, crying about how much that means to him, and he’s holding onto your hand, he starts crying about how much he loves you and you’re there like ‘sweetie it’s okay. You don’t need to cry’

After that, he just non-stop talks about everything he’s going to show you

and he’s so excited for you to meet his family

he’s planning everything to the minute

and at one point you put your hand on his cheek to stop him, and you give him the sweetest and softest kiss he’s ever felt before you whisper against his lips, ‘i can’t wait to do everything with you’

you may have meant for the trip, but to Seungkwan. Those words meant everything to him. Because the moment you said those words, he knew that he wanted to spend all of his days with you. Every single moment of his life, he wants to spend with you and that’s probably why he was so excited about the trip. He wanted to experience everything he’s done but with you.

#happy birthday seungkwan #svt #seventeen #seungkwan #svt scenario #seventeen scenarios #seungkwan scenarios

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aion-rsa · 3 years ago

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The Real Ghostbusters: The Rise And Fall of The Coolest Cartoon Of the 1980s

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The 1980s was a golden era for animation on TV. It was the decade of Thundercats, Inspector Gadget, Transformers, Ducktales, The Smurfs, He-Man and The Masters of the Universe, Care Bears, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Yet arguably the era’s greatest cartoon came in the form of The Real Ghostbusters.

The show arrived at a time when animated spin-offs based on popular blockbuster movie properties were everywhere in the world of television with companies eager to translate box office gold into something palatable to younger audiences. It didn’t always quite go to plan, of course, as short-lived and ill-advised animated incarnations of everything from Rambo to The Karate Kid can attest.

But The Real Ghostbusters was different, running for 140 episodes across seven seasons.

It was a little different from the film. For one thing, the title had to be tweaked due to a dispute with Filmation who were making an animated version of the 1970s series The Ghost Busters at the same time.

The Ghostbusters themselves looked a little different too: Egon Spengler inexplicably sported a blonde pompadour, Ray Stantz was a little tubbier (and ginger), Winston Zeddemore seemed younger, while Peter Venkman suddenly became very chiseled. They sounded slightly different too with Ernie Hudson the only member of the original cast to try out for a voice role on the show. The fact he ended up losing out to Arsenio Hall for the role is, well, awkward to say the least.

The only other noticeable departures came in making Slimer, the glutinous green ghost from the first movie, a sidekick character and the presence of a synth-laden soundtrack by Tonya Townsend and Tyren Perry performing under the stage name Tahiti.

Cosmetic changes aside, however, this DIC Entertainment and Columbia Pictures television production retained much of what made the original movie so special with episodes blending intelligent and occasional slapstick comedy with effective supernatural scares and strikingly surreal imagery.

A lot of that had to do with executive producers Joe Medjuck and Michael C. Gross. Both had served as executive producers on the original film (Gross is even credited with creating the iconic Ghostbusters logo), and both appeared eager to carry the ethos of the movie through to the cartoon.

“The most brilliant thing they did was to not change a thing from the movie,” The Real Ghostbusters writer Dennys McCoy tells Den of Geek. “When you mess with that formula, you inevitably fail. Ghostbusters has a very tight structure of four friends or five if you count Janine. You have to base everything out of their relationship, no matter what you do. To me, that’s what happened when they did Extreme Ghostbusters [the short-lived late 90s reboot of the series.] The Real Ghostbusters stuck to the tenets of the movie, and continued to tell that story”

McCoy’s writing partner and wife, Pamela Hickey, also recalls how much importance was placed on authenticity right down to the series bible – a set of notes commonplace in writing of this kind which was established to ensure continuity.

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“When you wrote for someone like Venkman, for example, he had to say things in a certain way. That was the focus when we were working on it,” she says. “The rule with Slimer was to imagine him as a seven year old boy. That was how you wrote for him. They made him their pet and he’s domesticated now like a feral cat….You had to really track those characters. That faithfulness was crucial to its success.”

McCoy and Hickey recall the biggest compliment ever paid them by Medjuck and Gross was when they said they could pick up one of their scripts, remove all of the character names and still know exactly which Ghostbuster was saying what line.

“That was the challenge,” Hickey says. “But that was also how much we all loved these characters. They got stuck in your head.”

Hickey and McCoy have enjoyed a prolific writing partnership that includes over 50 different credits. It was their agent who first floated the idea of them writing for animation. As jobbing creatives at the time, the idea appealed because as Hickey puts it they “needed some money for an air conditioner and changing table for a baby.”

Their first script was for the 1980s series Heathcliff, a cartoon based on the comic strip of the same name which featured the legendary voice of Mel Blanc. McCoy recalls submitting a script that was “sight gag after sight gag.” It went over well and the pair quickly warmed to the idea of writing for animation.

“The thing we found we loved about it was that we could direct the episodes in the script,” McCoy explains. “It gave us so much control. We could call the backgrounds, the sound effects, the camera angles, we could do all of that.”

Fast forward a couple of years and, after seeing Ghostbusters at the movie theater, McCoy learned that an old acquaintance, J. Michael Straczynski, had just been hired as story editor for a cartoon series based on the film.

Straczynski would go on to create Babylon 5, wrote comics for Marvel and DC and penned scripts for Thor, Changeling, and World War Z and many more. He had been hired to join original writers Len Janson and Chuck Menville after ABC’s initial order of 13 episodes was suddenly bolstered by a further 65 which would be used for broadcast syndication.

The huge jump in demand for episodes ultimately required multiple writers on The Real Ghostbusters. While Straczynski, Janson, and Menville wrote many, they were joined by a host of talented writers from the world of sci-fi and animation past and present.

There was Michael Reaves, who would go on to earn acclaim for his work on Disney’s Gargoyles and Batman: The Animated Series and future Star Trek: The Next Generation and Deep Space Nine scribe Marc Scott Zicree. John Shirley, a fantasy and horror writer who penned the 1994 movie The Crow, contributed episodes as did David Gerrold, a writer on the original Star Trek series.

Mark Edward Edens, who would go on to develop the iconic X-Men animated series, worked on the show, as did Richard Mueller, Kathryn Drennan, Steve Perry, and Linda Wolverton to name but a few. Wolverton would later make history as the first woman to write an animated feature with 1991’s Beauty and the Beast.

McCoy was working at Saban Productions as supervising producer on a series called Kidd Video when he learned Straczynski, who he had previously helped get a job writing for a magazine over at Time-Life publications, was doing The Real Ghostbusters.

Calling Straczynski up, he asked if he and Hickey could pitch for the show. Looking back, McCoy says he later realized Straczynski was “doing me a favor” by saying yes and didn’t necessarily think anything would come of it. That was until he read the resulting script, which was one of the first to make Winston the main focus.

“We looked at the thing and realised the way we’re going to get a story out of this is to make it about Winston,” McCoy explains.

“Nobody was going to pitch a Winston story. They were all going to pitch stuff around Venkman,” Hickey adds.”But we remembered that amazing scene in the film where Ernie Hudson and Dan Aykroyd are driving across the Brooklyn Bridge.”

The scene, in which Winston talks about the Bible and theorizes that the recent spate of spiritual activity could be linked to the potential onset of Judgement Day, proved to be a major inspiration.

“Winston cracks the case right there,” Hickey says. “We saw that and right away there was more to him than meets the eye. He’s a very literate guy.”

The result was “Boo-Dunit,” an inventive episode that saw Winston take center stage after the Ghostbusters are called out to the estate of recently deceased Agatha Grizzly where occupants are being terrorized by the ghosts of several characters from her final unfinished novel.

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“We made Winston a big fan of murder mysteries. So there was then this whole thing where he had to solve this mystery involving ghosts in order to stop people getting killed in the real world,” McCoy explains.

Straczynski loved the script and Hickey and McCoy went on to produce nine more during the show’s run, putting them among the most prolific writers on the series.

“Every time they wanted a weird story, they’d come to us,” McCoy says. “It was a very interesting environment because the syndicated shows were run by [Straczynski] where we had a lot of freedom. But the episodes for ABC, which were run by Len [Jensen] and Chuck [Manville] were under network protocols which were very strict.”

It was the syndicated episodes that gave the team more freedom.

“On the syndicated episodes of The Real Ghostbusters it was no holds barred,” McCoy says. “You could get away with a lot more as long as you stayed faithful to the characters. The sky was the limit.”

This environment gave birth to arguably the most famous of the couple’s episodes and one that ranks among the very best from The Real Ghostbusters’ run: “The Devil to Pay.” It sees the gang sign up to take part in a gameshow, with the prize of a trip to Tahiti up for grabs. However, they soon discover it’s being run by the Devil himself and if they lose he gets to claim their eternal souls as his prize.

“It started with us asking ‘What would they do if they were on a game show with the Devil?’ And just went from there,” Hickey says. “We figured the Ghostbusters might want to go on a vacation so would sign up for this game show.. To be honest a lot of the writing was us just sitting there for a couple of days trying to crack each other up. ‘What kind of game would you play with the Devil?’ Dennys would ask and I would be like Wheel of Fortune.’”

The end of the episode sees the Ghostbusters strapped to a giant spinning wheel where they must confess a past misdeed to escape the Devil’s clutches.McCoy ranks it as his personal favorite. Not everyone was quite so enamored with them summoning Satan for a kids TV show though.

“What’s scary about it is that we got it broadcast,” McCoy laughs. “Oh my God, we got so much shit. We had every evangelical right wing religious nut in the world complaining about it. Even my own brother, who was born again, gave me shit about it.”

Not that they were the only writers to push the envelope when it came to blending laughter and scares on a kids show. Straczynski delivered some of the most striking episodes in this regard, including “Knock Knock” in which subway workers unwittingly unleash evil creatures from hell into the underground system and “The Thing in Mrs. Faversham’s Attic” a spookfest about an old lady with spirits lurking in the roof of her home.

Others like the Reaves-penned “The Boogieman Cometh” where Egon is forced to confront his own very real fear of the bogeyman and the Brennan-written effort “Night Game” where the gang must deal with a haunting at the New York Jaguars’ baseball stadium are regularly cited among the best and most unsettling.

Hickey and McCoy took inspiration from a variety of sources both contemporary and otherwise when it came to coming up with ideas.

“I have a background in folklore, so we were also looking into stuff like that we could use,” McCoy says, recalling the episode “Banshee Bake A Cherry Pie” in which an Irish chart-topping singer is revealed to be a Banshee intent on wreaking havoc on the world.

Elsewhere, episodes like “The Long, Long, Long etc. Goodbye” served as an ode of sorts to Philip Marlowe stories – not something you would see in many children’s cartoons -while “Dont Forget The Motor City” saw the guys head to Detroit to deal with some pesky gremlins, where they met a character who looked a lot like Aretha Franklin, even if she was rather carefully referred to as “the Queen of Soul.”

Not that that quite went to plan. “We were supposed to avoid saying Aretha Franklin,” Hickey recalls. “But at the end of the episode, I don’t know how it happened, they had the Ghostbusters singing Respect. I don’t know how they got away with it because it was the whole R-E-S-P-E-C-T.”

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McCoy says the fact that the series was animated in South Korea to save money also led to similarly bizarre moments, where hair color would change or continuity would be slightly off.

“I remember this one scene where the Ghostbusters were supposed to be eating a pizza,” McCoy says. “But pizza wasn’t really a big thing in South Korea at the time, so they ended up drawing it looking like a seven layer cake. It was deep. Anyway, they didn’t what to pay to redo it so the show just ended up having the weirdest deep dish pizza you’ve ever seen in your life.”

But while the cartoon may have lacked the polish of the film, it did end up having some influence on the franchise and plans for the sequel.

“If you notice in Ghostbusters II, they have all these little incidental scenes where Slimer appears,” McCoy says. “Well, the thing is they did the entire movie without Slimer. It was only when Gross and Medjuck told them that was the most popular character in the cartoon that they put him in.”

The influence worked both ways though, as Hickey explains.

“We knew that Bill Murray watched the show with his kid, because he called him up and Ivan Reitman and said ‘What’s Garfield doing Venkman’s voice for?’”

Lorenzo Music, who also voiced the character of Garfield on the animated series, played Peter in the early series. Oddly enough, Murray voiced Garfield in two big screen outings made after he passed away.

In the case of The Real Ghostbusters, however, for whatever reason Music vacated the role of Venkman from the third season onwards with comedian Dave Coullier taking his place.

The crossover almost manifested itself in one other way too.

“So we had a story we wanted to do and we knew it was good,” McCoy says. “We pitched it to Straczynski for the syndicated shows. He loved it but when we sent the script through it was rejected. So we went to Gross and Medjuck for the network. Again, they loved it. We sent the script in and it was rejected.”

It was only when they went to see Ghostbusters II that the truth emerged. “The crux of our story had been that the Statue of Liberty comes to life. So when we saw the film it suddenly made sense.”

Hickey believes The Real Ghostbusters had the potential to run much longer as a series – but it didn’t. Instead, the network, ABC, made the cardinal sin of tinkering a little too much with the original formula.

Eager to improve ratings for its Saturday Morning lineup of shows, they drafted in a consultancy firm called Q5 who from the third season onwards began making changes that altered the makeup of the show entirely.

There was less satire and less of the subtle, sophisticated verbal humor that had made the cartoon such a fine sparring partner for the film.

Janine’s character was rewritten, moving away from the sharp-edged wise-cracker who had more in common with Annie Potts’ version of Janine from the film, and becoming simplified and, to their way of thinking, warmer and more appealing to young female viewers. It could have been even worse with the consultants suggesting at one point that Ray Stantz be written out entirely.

The likes of Strazynski and Reaves objected to the changes with the former stating that the changes were “diminishing” the show while the latter lamented that the show was “not as much fun” as it used to be.

“Janine was a strong, vibrant character. They wanted her to be more feminine, more maternal, more nurturing, like every other female on television,” Straczynski told the LA Times. “I think they [the consultants] reinforce stereotypes–sexist and racist. I think they are not helping television, they are diminishing it…I sat there in dumbstruck shock at what they were saying…

“We [Straczynski and Reaves] just looked at each other and started laughing. We couldn’t deal with it anymore; it had gone so far into the realm of the absurd.”

McCoy and Hickey shared much of the same criticism of the changes, highlighting one other noticeable shift in focus that hindered proceedings.

“They brought in The Junior Ghostbusters and changed things,” McCoy says.

A team of three children drafted in to help out the team on several episodes, while McCoy and Hickey were able to integrate the characters, the new additions coupled with a move, later in the series’ run, to make the increasingly popular Slimer the main focus, hindered the show.

“Sometimes people try to refresh things that don’t need to be refreshed,” Hickey says. “So you get things like all of a sudden the network would add something like the junior Ghostbusters. We made those work. It was cute.”

“There was always this idea that children have to have somebody their own age in their cartoons,” McCoy notes. “But how do you explain watching Bugs Bunny? He was obviously a 25-year-old guy.”

“It’s a fallacy because if you look at the most successful cartoon in the world today and it’s something like One Piece where there are no children and yet everyone watches it,” Hickey says. ”Kids appreciate a good story as much as anybody, and they’re they don’t care if it comes out of an adult space or a kid’s one.”

Had the show continued, then they would have loved to explore other areas of the Ghostbusters universe.

“We always wanted to do a spin off with Louis and Jeanine,” McCoy says. “They’re Ghostbusters, but they’re not Ghostbusters. It would be interesting to have them as a team.”

Having recently celebrated 50 years working together – Hickey and McCoy first met in a creative writing class in high school – the pair are showing no signs of slowing down writing multiple scripts during lockdown, including one feature.

“Pam and I are so in sync,” McCoy says. “We know each other so well,” Hickey agrees. “It’s been long enough that we know whether what the other person is right almost immediately when they start typing.”

Specialist writers in their field, the duo describe how a few years back they developed an entire 52-episode series called Pander and Rooster in the space of a five-day trip to Beijing. They say it’s an exciting time for animation, which has evolved a lot since the days of The Real Ghostbusters.

“The most interesting animation being done right now is in Europe and Asia,” McCoy says.

“Anime is thriving,” Hickey agrees. “Because there is that element of a continuing storyline to a lot of these shows. It’s no longer about doing episodic TV, it’s about creating something that is like a very long movie.”

The pair have high hopes for the new Ghostbusters: Afterlife movie too.“It’s a Ghostbusters movie that pays homage and uses what they have done before,” Hickey says. “No gimmicks.”

Should the film prove a hit, then they would be against firing up some more animated proton packs for a new set of cartoon adventure. “If they came to us and said ‘Can you do an animated series?’ Sure, we would probably say yes,” McCoy says. “We could do that.”

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I want to tell you all a true story. None of this is fabricated or exaggerated. I'm not going to give every single detail because this will already be a long post. I want to tell you a true story about the love of my life:

When you're a hitch-hiker, life is completely different from how normal people live it. You learn to live and survive completely off of the kindness of strangers and have to roll with whatever the universe decides to throw at you that day. Everything can change, you're life could be in danger if you make a bad decision.

By the time I'd reached Taos, NM my money was completely spent. I was out of real food and the only thing I had to eat for three days were some homemade pot cookies that I had been rationing because I needed SOMETHING to eat. I had been sitting out on the sidewalk next to a Walmart flying a sign so I could get enough change to buy myself something substantial to eat.

While I was sitting there with a cardboard sign that said "Spare some change to fuel my rocket ship" (it was my favorite sign and people typically threw me whatever they could because they found it amusing) a guy about my age walked over to me. He introduced himself as "Tex." His hair was blond and shaved down into a military style cut, his eyes were the same green-blue as mine, and he was about 5'11. He asked if I was a traveler. I told him I was and he explained to me that he was as well and that he was on his way to The National Rainbow Gathering. That was my destination as well. He asked how long I'd been in Taos to which I replied I'd only just arrived that day.

By this time I'd made enough change to walk over to McDonald's and grab myself a couple cheeseburgers so he offered to walk with me. We talked about our travels, he was here from Austin, TX, this was his first time hitch-hiking too, his dad had passed away from cancer and when that happened he decided to hit the road and find himself. We ate lunch together. I told him my story. How I had been horribly depressed and living alone in my own apartment when a couple of my friends had showed up from Iowa to ask if I wanted to travel. Little did they know I was about to overdose and had everything set up to do so. Part way through our journey we decided to split up and race to the Gathering.

"So you're alone then?" he asked, wolfing down his large fries.

"Yeah," I replied. "Aren't we all though?"

There was something in that moment when he looked at me. A kind of quiet stillness. He saw through the facade of a joke I'd made. He saw I wasn't just talking about traveling and he saw that I was terribly, agonizingly alone I was. Either that or I'm just projecting because it was exactly what I saw in him too. We made an agreement that moment, not with words, there were none, just silence. We would travel the rest of the way to the gathering together.

After our lunch he asked if I'd like to walk around town with him. Taos is a beautiful little town. To the east there were mountains and to the west nothing but desert and mesa. We'd spent the whole day just walking around, looking at all the little touristy shops. Joking, laughing, at one point we flew a sign together to get some dinner and ate it picnic style in the middle of Taos Plaza where there was a free jazz show being played. While we were sitting there a man came over to us. He introduced himself to us and asked if we had been flying a sign outside of Walmart. I told him we had and then he asked where we were staying.

"We haven't actually figured that out yet. Probably in a park." Tex told the man.

The guys smiled, "Not tonight you're not. I'm staying over at the Sun God Inn for the next two weeks while I'm here on business and I have a spare bed. If you two need a place to rest your head later you can come down."

Tex and I thanked this stranger profusely and he told us what room he was in. He sat with us a bit longer before deciding he'd had enough of the free concert and wanted to go back to his room.

"You two enjoy your evening and just come knocking when you need."

After the man left, Tex and I stayed listening to the music. The sun had started to set and I remember thinking that New Mexico sunsets were far more beautiful than any other place I'd been. Tex stood up and shyly smiled then asked, "So I know you're not really a girl.... and that's okay with me.... and I'm Bisexual.... and I ain't that good at this sort of thing.... but would you maybe like to dance with me?"

My heart stopped. I was a little wounded about the "not really a girl" but it didn't matter because he meant well. I recall looking up at him and saying "I only know how to dance like a stripper." He laughed. With a gloved hand he took mine, pulled me to me feet, then insisted that I dance with him. I protested a bit giving him a million reasons why I can't dance before he said "Who cares? None of these people are going to see us again." He was right.

We spent maybe half an hour slow dancing in the plaza, under the burnt orange sky of the setting sun. I remember thinking this was the most incredible thing that's ever happened. He was so cute, definitely dirty but then again so was I since it'd been at least a week since my last shower. It didn't matter. I was happy, and his eyes were the most beautiful eye's I'd ever seen. The whole day had been amazing.

After the music stopped he asked if I was tired yet. I told him I wasn't so he asked if I wanted to go sit in the park. I remembered that I'd had a few more o those pot cookies left over so I suggested we could go down to Kit Carson Memorial Park and eat them. That's what we ended up doing. It was there on a picnic table under the stars where we were talking and stoned out of our minds when he grabbed my hand then very slowly leaned in and gave me our first kiss. To this day, no other kiss could ever compare.

After making out in the park for a bit we decided to go and sleep at the Inn the man had told us he was at. When we got there we knocked on the door. He was pretty drunk and welcomed us warmly. We stayed up for a while talking to him, telling the man about our travels, where we were going, talking about our lives, until he eventually decided to go to sleep. He gave us the remote and told us we could shower. So I showered first (it'd been so long I forgot how good they felt) and then Tex took one after me. I was laying under the covers flipping through channels while our host was sleeping in the other bed.

When Tex got out of the shower wearing just his boxer-briefs I stared at him in silent adoration. Shit, I was really developing some incredibly strong feelings for this guy. There wasn't a single thing about him I could find off putting or unattractive. That night he fell asleep holding me with his face in my hair.

When we woke up the next morning, our host had gone out and left us some coffee and donuts before he went wherever he had to go. There was also a note that said "Feel free to stay however long you need. There are some mushrooms in the nightstand. Be back later. Enjoy! ;)"

A lot of that day in the room was a blur but there were a few notable moments that I still recall. For instance while we were tripping I was laying on the bed holding hands with him and it felt like our life forces were melding, merging, our souls were one, we were one, and he told me this was how it was always supposed to be. Us against the world. I remember giggling when the Native American Shaman in the ceiling agreed with us. I remember giggling when we shut off the lights then removed the lamp shades from the lamps then placed them on our heads, playing some weird version of peek-a-boo. Finally, as we were coming down we held eachother and he said "Did you know I've loved you my entire life?" and I replied "Yes, because I've loved you my entire life."

Our host returned later that night, he was drunk again and we'd spent the day cuddling and talking in bed. Our host said something before he passed out that unnerved me a little but I brushed it off as just flattery, he said "You're a lucky man Tex. You're girlfriend is one hell of a catch." He then went on to tell us we were welcome to stay however long he needed.

The next day we woke up and decided to wander town. There's so many details I'm leaving out, but that's okay, I can't forget any of it. We were in love with eachother's souls that's all that matters right? At one point that day after we had spanged up enough money to eat lunch we were walking through town when we came across a bicycle at the park sitting unchained.

"You wanna borrow that?" Tex asked.

"Borrow? What do you mean? You mean steal it?" I asked nervously.

"No not steal! We're just going to borrow it then we'll bring it back."

Before I could say no he hopped on the bike and had me sit on the handle bars. It was terrifying yet exhilarating at the same time. We rode around town on the bike for a couple hours before my anxiety took over and I told him we needed to return the bike. So we did, and I was high on being a bad criminal that returns their stolen goods. No harm no foul. Again we slept at the motel, but that night our host busted out a guitar and played us classic rock songs while we sang along.

The next day Tex woke me up and said, "Hey I'm going to go down to Walmart and fly a sign. I'll be back in a few hours if that's okay." Our host had given us a key card to the room. I said that was alright and that I was just going to just hang out in the room because it was so hot outside. He kissed me, told me he loved me, and left.

About an hour later our host returned unexpectedly. He was drunk. More drunk than I'd seen him previously. I don't wanna go to into detail about what happened next but he said again "That boyfriend of yours is one lucky man" and then started to force himself on me. I was terrified, this man was bigger than me, stronger than me, and I was in such a state of shock that all I could do to fight back was to scream at him. Tex came back while this was all happening. I've never seen anyone get the shit beat out of them like that in my life, but Tex ripped the man off of me and kicked his ass. I was still shaken and he instructed me to grab my backpack. Our host was sitting bloodied and beaten against a wall and I watched as Tex grabbed his wallet, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, then threw the wallet at the man.

We left the room. I was still shaking and Tex did everything he could to calm me down, making sure I was alright, asking me if I needed anything, and kept repeating "I love you, I'm sorry, I love you." We made our way down the main strip and used the hundred dollar bill to get us a room in a different hotel for the night. We agreed that our time in Taos was over and that tomorrow we would head out of town for The Rainbow Gathering. We spent the night together, him consoling me after I had bandaged up his knuckles. We made love that night. He asked me if I'd marry him. I said yes. He said we'd do it tomorrow.

The next morning we caught a ride out of Taos and had our ride drop us off at the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge on U.S. Highway 68. We stood over the gorge hand in hand. There were other tourists on the bridge but we payed no notice to them. He turned to me after we stood in silence together and we had a mock ceremony. We made up vows on the spot, and we each other's hands with a knife then allowed our blood to mix and fall to the gorge below stating that blood is bond. We were happy.

After our little private ceremony we caught a ride west with a couple of guys who had been going by the bridge. They drove us all the way out to this crossroads outside of Tres Piedras. It had started to rain so we took shelter in a rusted car that was filled with trash sitting next to an abandoned gas station. It wasn't the ideal honeymoon spot but we were happy regardless. We spent the day in the car, we ate some dry ramen blocks, and finished the rest of my pot cookies. We were entirely happy.

The next day we woke up in the car and there was a Winnebago parked across the street with a woman sitting at a table outside of it. I decided to see what was going on so I got out of the car with no shoes on and started to walk over. I mis-stepped and stubbed my big toe, ripping all but a couple layers of flesh off of it. It was absolutely excruciating. I hobbled my way over to the woman who looked to be in her mid-forties. She was incredibly rude and very stuck up. I asked if she had any bands aids and she said no, so I asked if she had any paper towel, and she told me I'd have to pay fifty cents per piece. I was angry but since I didn't have an option I did so. I hobbled back over to the car and Tex woke up when I got in. I asked him if he had any tape or rubberband and he didn't so he rummaged through the random trash in the backseat and thankfully found a green rubberband wrapped around an old newspaper. He took the paper towel and folded it around my toe then wrapped it in place with the rubberband. It wasn't much but that's all we could do.

We spent the rest of the day sitting in the car. We figured out pretty quick that we were in a pretty bad position. The entire time we'd been there not a single car had passed. I remember saying, "If we die out here I'm glad we'll be doing it together." He smiled and kissed me on the lips, "I'm sure we won't die but I agree." The whole day passed by and we spent it talking, making out, talking some more. Just when we were about to give up hope of getting picked up and were preparing to figure out where the nearest town was, a pick up truck pulled into the abandoned gas station. Tex jumped out of the car and went running over to the passenger window. He talked to whoever it was then half skipped half run with the goofiest smile on his face. "Grab your stuff, babe, they're going to the gathering too!" I was so excited that I left my camera in the car and didn't realize it until we were already on the way.

The two men who gave us a ride were going to stay the night with an old friend of theirs and told us we were welcome to stay too. Tex and I were so happy to sleep in a real bed after having been in that car for so long. As soon as we got in bed together and cuddled up we fell right to sleep. I remember the next morning waking up to him laying next to me with a smile. He'd said he'd been awake for a bit and was just watching me sleep. It was the sweetest thing I'd heard. I nuzzled him and told him I loved him. We layed in bed snuggled up, enjoying the silent bond we both shared. After a while a knock came at the door and the younger of the two men said it was time to leave. So we got up, grabbed our bags and made our way out to the truck. Our hands were practically glued together the whole way except when we were passing joints with the other guys.

Once we got to our destination we were both incredibly stoned out of our minds. What happened next, is difficult to describe unless you've been to one of these gatherings. There are THOUSANDS of people and it's easy to get lost. We hadn't set up camp yet and I really had to pee so I went to find the communal piss ditch. We made our way to the trading circle which wasn't so much a circle as it was a road. He had stopped to look at something that someone was trying to trade. I asked him if he minded if I tried to find the ditch.

He smiled his beautiful smile and said, "Not at all, babe, I'll come find you when I'm done here."

"Okay." I said dancing from one foot to the next. Before I could turn around he pulled me close to him and gave me a kiss. I can still feel it as if it just happened.

"I love you more than you could know. And when I'm done we'll go set up camp and have a real honeymoon."

I told him I loved him too, that I'd see him in a few minutes. I eventually found the ditch and did my business. I stood at the end of the path that led to it waiting for him. He never showed. So after a while I went looking for him. I never saw him again.

Several years later I started asking around about him. Last night I found out Tex had passed away a couple years ago. He had been train hopping with another traveler. He tried to get off of a train and misjudged the speed as well as the jump. This traveler told me he was married, that he had fallen in-love and they got married a few days after meeting in Taos. That she was his soulmate. They got separated at the rainbow gathering and no matter how much or how hard he looked he could never find her again. He held out hope until the very end that we would be brought back together.

My heart aches. My soul weeps. RIP Tex. RIP My Soulmate.

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