#which means she has lots of different types of pens on her medical kit at all times

[lightfortoday]

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[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 7

Word Count: 4,131

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning and Pens (others)

Notes: So today was like crazy busy, but I was able to finish this tonight then do a quick edit. I’m not sure how I feel about it, but here it is anyhow...haha! Hope you guys have a great weekend! Happy Reading!

As you followed Logan to the lobby, you thought for sure this was going to be another false alarm, just as the rest had been. Why after all this time in the bubble had these men decided to fight, you had no idea? You knew tensions were high with games starting but they all had seemed fairly cordial with each other. There were about a dozen players gathered round when you saw the first fist fly and suddenly your heart rate sped up. You wormed your way to the front, to see who the hell was fighting. You weren't surprised to see Brad Marchand mixing it up with one of the Flyers but you couldn't quite tell who it was as their back was to you.

 The two teams had just come off a round-robin game, that you had no clue as to who won as you'd been busy working the entire time and not caught any of the game, but it obviously left a bad taste in their mouths. As Marchand swung with his right hand, the two twisted and it was then that you saw Travis Konecny was the one he was fighting with. While you knew that TK was a bit of a chirper, you'd seen a completely different side to him that first night in the bubble. You'd honestly thought he'd be the least of your worries here, other than maybe calling you up again to say his bed squeaked, yet here you were watching him take a jab at Marchand. Not that Marchand probably didn't deserve it, hell you wanted to take a swing at him the other day when he'd shoved you into the pool.

 You looked around at the other players that had gathered hoping one of them would put an end to this whole mess, but they seemed more entertained than anything. Part of you wondered if this went on would more of them end up fighting? TK had a nice right hook into Marchand's jaw and you saw them stumble back knocking a vase of flowers off the entry table and shattering it. That's when you knew you had to do something. "That's enough boys," you yelled trying to use your most authoritative voice, but it was ignored as Marchand threw a punch to Konecny's abdomen. At some point, you were sure this was going to turn into a wrestling match with the two of them lying on the ground amidst shards of glass. You gave a sharp whistle hoping that you sounded like one of the refs during play and that they would at least calm a bit, which they did. It was at that moment you chose to try and break the actual fight up, apparently feeling more like a referee now that you'd got them to just circle each other, neither one letting go just yet.  Taking your arms, you moved between the two hotheads saying, "I said stop fucking fighting in my…" You weren't exactly sure what happened next but you felt a partial fist fly to your jaw. It knocked you off your feet and sent you stumbling back hitting your head against the table the vase had been on moments ago.

 "Holy fuck!" Someone yelled. You closed your eyes to stave off the pain that was now not only in your jaw but also on the back of your head. "Jesus, are you ok?"

 "I don't think she is."

 "She's bleeding."

 You had no clue who was saying what but you could feel a million pairs of eyes on you. "Someone call one of the trainers."

 "I'm fine," you managed to mumble out while opening your eyes, only to have your vision blurred by blood trickling down. "Ok, maybe not." About five players were kneeling down around you, or maybe it was four, it was hard to tell as the blood obscured your view. Finally, someone gently pressed something against your forehead to stave off the flow.

 "Fuck (Y/N), I'm so sorry, you got messed up in this." It was Travis's voice you were sure of it and not because you knew Marchand would never apologize but because you recognized it from your night with him. Only he wasn't surrounding you at the moment.

 "Next time keep it on the ice and not in my hotel." You went to sit up but felt a little woozy. A strong arm clamped around your waist. It was the same person who was holding, what you now believed to be said person's shirt, against your head.

 "I think we need to get you somewhere else then this lobby." The voice was smooth and rich, and pleasing to listen to, yet every time you tried to see who it belonged the damn t-shirt was in your way.

 "You can take her to her suite." This voice you knew, for you'd been plotting to strangle him so many times over the last several days, it was hard to forget.

 "Thanks, Logan, I was just going to say that."

 "Here hold this and I'll carry you." In one easy swoop, strong arms scooped you up, and then he was standing with you in his arms. He was shirtless and you could feel his muscles bunch as he held you. Vaguely you realized where his shirt was at, as you held it to your head.

 "Logan, can you clean this up, please? And have Carly get new flowers in here." You saw him scurry away out of the corner of your left eye.

 "I'm sure there's someone in charge here that can take care of that." The man who was now carrying you off to the elevator said.

 "Yeah, that's me," you told him catching a glimpse of soft brown curls as you again tried to get a good look at his face.

 "Oh, I didn't realize." Which seemed funny considering how everyone at the hotel seemed to know who you were.  "What floor?"

 "Penthouse."

 "Well, I guess you are in charge then." He laughed and you found yourself joining in, even though your head hurt a bit. The ride on the elevator was short and soon you were in your room and he was setting you down on the sofa. "I'll grab you some ice if you steer me in the right direction."

 "Kitchen is down the hall on the left." He turned and you got a view of his well-defined ass as he walked away. God, even the muscles on his back were sexy. You heard him rummage around a bit and you wondered how bad you actually looked. You were too far away from the hallway mirror to find out, but you imagined you had blood in your hair from the cut; you just hoped your jaw wasn't sporting a nice bruise. It was then, that he walked out of the kitchen and you were finally face to...well somewhat face to face, with your rescuer, Josh Anderson. It was no wonder that he didn't know you, as he wasn't currently staying at your hotel. "Now, let's see that pretty face of yours," he said while cupping the good side of your jaw. "I don't think it'll bruise too bad. Didn't look like Marchy got you full force with that hit." Josh gingerly put the ice to the spot that had been hit.

 "I should've figured it was Marchand that hit me. He's had it out for me since he got here."

 "Marchy has it out for everyone, but I can't see why he would pick on someone as beautiful as you." The compliment caused you to blush, but thankfully between Josh's shirt and the ice, you didn't think he'd notice.

 "Not sure what I ever did to him, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me."

 "Well, his loss is my gain." It was Josh who was blushing a bit at his own words this time and you found it very attractive. "Now, let's have a look at that cut and see if it needs stitches." He brought his shirt down and examined your head. His lips just a hair's breadth away from yours making you ache to kiss him. "I think you'll be good with just some butterfly ones. It doesn't look that deep, though I can call our trainer and have him come over and double-check."

 "No that's ok. I'm sure your right. I have some upstairs." You went to get up and he placed a supporting arm around your waist.

 "Here why don't you just let me…" Before you could even take a step, he scooped you back up into his arms and started up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He made it seem like carrying you around was nothing, and honestly, it was sexy as hell. He set you down at the vanity stool in the bathroom. "Ok, so where are bandages?"

 "Top shelf there is a medical kit with some in." He grabbed it, shuffling through it to find what he needed. "This might sting a bit," he told you as he opened up an alcohol swab to clean the cut first. You winced as he gently stroked it over the wound. When he stepped back, you finally looked in the mirror at yourself.

 "Oh my god," the words were out of your mouth before you realized how they startled Josh.

 "Are you ok? Did I hurt you more?"

 "No, it's not that. I was just looking at my face…or maybe my hair." Dried blood covered half of your face and your hair was matted and tangled like a stray dog's. "I look like I walked out of the set of a horror movie."

 He laughed, brushing your hair back before placing the steri strip on your forehead. "It's not that bad."

 "I seriously need a shower."

 "Oh…uh…" Josh fumbled around with his words, looking very uncomfortable and you sort of chuckled to yourself. "I can leave you alone then…probably should be going anyway."

 "You don't have to," you mentioned casually, though you weren't sure that he would take you up on your silent offer with the way you looked at the moment. "I mean, I'm still a little unsteady on my feet." There wasn't a whole lot you knew about Josh Anderson but what you did know of him, was that he was the protector type; so you tried to play to that sensibility of his.

 "Well, I wouldn't want you to fall in the shower and get hurt worse." There was a cute little smirk on his face and if you weren't doused in blood you would've kissed him. Instead, you stripped off your top, yet another piece of clothing ruined, you thought vaguely. Your skirt and shoes followed till you were left in nothing but your bra and panties. Josh made quick work of getting rid of his shorts and stood there in front of you in his boxer briefs. Reaching around you unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders and to the ground, before gliding your panties down your legs. Josh bit his lip as he drank in the sight of your body; his eyes lingered a bit long at your breasts before moving down to look at your pussy. Even though he still had his boxers on, you saw his cock twitch as he took you in. You let him drink his fill and when he didn't make a move, you stepped into the shower hoping that he would follow. He did within seconds.

 The water sprayed over your head diluting the blood that had been matted to your hair and skin. When you went to grab the shampoo, Josh's hand stopped you. "Let me." He put some in his hands, then started to massage it into your scalp. His fingers were gentle and he avoided your cut as best he could, sliding through your hair all the way down to the ends. When he was done, he had you rinse then followed up with conditioner. It was only as that rinsed out of your long strands that you finally turned to face him. Droplets of water coated his body, and there was a heated stare in his gaze. Josh was tall, so you went up on your toes so that you could kiss him. His arms immediately went to your waist to press you to him. Maybe it was his caring nature or the way that he'd just simply swooped in to take care of you, but your body just completely melted into him and you moaned into him as his tongue caressed yours. Josh was a sensual kisser; his mouth and tongue just working its magic on you as he ignited a flame deep within.

 His hands roamed around your back only to slide up your sides and move to your breast. Breaking the kiss, his lips traveled southward along your neck and collarbone until he was cupping a breast and bringing it to his lips. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he took it in his mouth and sucked on it. You felt yourself grow damp though it wasn't from the water cascading down on the two of you. Josh lavished each of your breasts, and with every tweak and caress you moaned out his name. When his fingers skated down past your stomach to slip between your folds, you thought you would die from the pleasure he was giving you. It was nothing like the other night with Tom. Josh knew exactly what he was doing. Listening as you moaned out what you liked, so he could repeat the action again. "I want to taste you so bad," he whispered, before dropping to his knees. You backed up against the shower wall, and he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. His tongue slipped out to lick a strip between your folds, and you found your hands threading into his hair to urge him on. They were small little licks at first before he actually sunk his tongue deep in your pussy. You tossed your head back forgetting about your injury, but not caring when he repeated the action. His nose nudged your clit as he licked at you furiously. Your hips started to buck and one strong arm, held you upright and secure against the wall, as his mouth suctioned on to your clit.

 "Yes Josh, fuck that feels so good." You panted out, as your hand locked around the back of his head. He slid two fingers into your pussy easily, pumping them in and out, while he continued his torturous treatment on your clit. Your orgasm hit as he made that simple come-hither movement with his fingers. Your legs shaking, body writhing as the pleasure overtook you. He dropped your leg back down when you finally came down from your high. Moving gracefully off the bathroom tile, Josh stood up and kissed you. Your essence still lingering there on his lips, as his cock pressed hard against your stomach.

 Reaching down you clasp your hand around the length of him; twisting your hand as you stroked him, in a way that had him hissing out his pleasure. "Fuck (Y/N), I just need to be in you." He moaned out. "It's been way too long." He drew your leg up again to wrap around his waist this time, allowing him easier access to the place he longed to be. His cock nudged between your folds, the head just inside you. Josh was thick and as he slowly slipped inside you; you could feel your pussy stretch to accommodate him. "Damn you're tight." You weren't sure if that was the case or if he was just so big, but you knew he felt delicious as he bottomed out. He took a minute, just looking you in the eyes as he stayed buried deep inside you.

 In the next second, his lips were on yours and he started to move. His tongue mimicking what his cock was doing, as he thrust in and out of you. You were simply two bodies sliding together as the water pelted down on you. Josh pinned you to the shower wall again, his strong arms biting into your waist and you thought you'd have bruises there but you knew he was also keeping you from falling down to the tiles. You looped your arms around his shoulders, so your hips could meet each of his thrusts. The water caused your leg to slip off his hip. "Josh…" you panted out.

 "I know," he hissed and he was pulling out of you so that you both could be more comfortable. He twisted your body so that your back rested against his chest for a moment before, bending you down. You spread your legs wide giving him greater access to your cunt so he could glide back in. Using the bench seat, you placed your hands there to hold on as Josh grabbed ahold of your hips before thrusting back in. Moans echoed off the bathroom walls as your bodies slammed together. "Fuck, yeah baby," Josh groaned as you pushed your ass back against him.

 His hand on your hip, snaked down so his finger could rub circles around your clit. "Yes…Josh…yes." He had you teetering on the edge in no time. It was when his other hand drew you halfway up and his lips bit down on your neck that you completely lost it, cuming with a loud moan. Your legs shook and felt like they would give out but Josh held you close still pumping in and out of you as you came down from your high. He pounded in and out of you a few more times, before thrusting even deeper into you and spilling himself inside your pussy. A guttural moan left his mouth and his fingers dug deep into your hips holding you still as he came.

 He stayed inside you for a minute as he said, "Damn, I needed that." Dropping kisses on your shoulder, he slowly pulled out. "Thank you," he said softly, turning you around so he could once again capture your lips in a sweet kiss. "We should probably finish up." You knew he was right, though you were out of energy after two orgasms. Josh must have sensed this for he grabbed your loofah and the shower gel, and started to wash your body. His touch was gentle and he added more soap to his hands, abandoning the sponge as he washed your breasts and pussy. You couldn't help the moan that left your mouth as he touched you; your body still sensitive. "God, you are so sexy. I could…" He didn't finish the sentence.

 "You could what?"

 "You've already given me enough. Especially with this," his hand brushed the water off your forehead where your cut was. You'd completely forgotten about it. Your eyes dropped down to his cock, where you could see it coming back to life.

 "I'm fine Josh," you told him, looking him in the eye. "Though maybe we should get out of this shower."

 He chuckled lightly. "Agreed."

 He went to turn off the water and you stopped him. "Let me at least wash you a bit first." Josh eyed you funny considering he really wasn't the one that needed to shower. "Humor me." He shrugged and you grabbed the soap. The feel of his hard muscles under your soapy hands, made you tingle all over again. By the time you reached his cock, it was back to being erect. The suds made it easy to work your hand up and down the length. This time it was Josh that was moaning as you pumped him up and down.

 "Babe," his voice warned, as he gripped your wrist and you knew it was time to rinse off and continue this out from under the water. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist before taking another so that he could dry you off. His fingers were swift yet gentle as he made quick work of drying you, then did the same for himself. The two of you shared more soft kisses as you headed to the bedroom for round two, which was just as magical as it was in the shower. "I should probably head back to my hotel before I'm missed," Josh finally said as the two of you laid in bed.

 You hummed your agreement. "I forgot for a little bit that you're not staying here."

 "Well hopefully we'll get to move over here soon and maybe we could continue this." The idea of spending more time with Josh was definitely appealing and something that could be happening soon.

 "I'd like that," you told him as he kissed your lips one more time before crawling out of bed. "I'll walk you down."

 "You don't have to, but you should get some ice on that jaw." He tipped your head to the side and winced. "It's starting to bruise a bit."

 "Ugh, at least it doesn't hurt."

 "You're one tough cookie." He pulled on his boxers and shorts, while you grabbed a robe. "You know I'm not opposed to beating the shit out of Marchand for you."

 "Don't bother, he's not worth you getting into trouble."

 "Well, I'm sure he'll get his somehow," he gave you a little wink and you wondered what he was planning with that statement. "So this was fun…well except that part." He gently touched your bandaged head before kissing you. "See you soon?"

 "I sure hope so." With one last kiss, he left you alone, and you went to grab the ice he talked about earlier. Now that you were done having your fun with Josh, you realized your jaw did hurt a bit, but a couple of aspirin would help. You headed back upstairs to grab the meds, then laid back down on the bed, texting Carly to make sure everything was fine, which it was and she told you to take it easy.

 You were half asleep when your phone rang; a FaceTime call from Tyler popping up on the screen. "Hey Ty," you answered sleepily.

 "Hey…omg what happened to you?"

 In your half-asleep state, you'd forgotten about the bruise and cut on your face. "I stupidly tried to break up a fight. It didn't go well."

 "Jesus babe, are those stitches?" There was concerned laced in Tyler's voice, as well as a worried look on his face.

 "No just butterflies. I'm fine." The look he gave you said he thought you were lying. "I swear it's not that bad."

 "Who the hell was fighting? Better yet, who do I have to kill?" You winced, not really wanting to tell him. "(Y/N), I swear to god if you don't tell me…"

 You weren't sure what he was going to do if you didn't tell him, but there was also no point in hiding the truth. "It was TK and Marchand, though apparently, it was Marchy's fist that caught me."

 "That fucking son of bitch." His face was getting red with anger. "I'm gonna kill him."

 "Easy tiger," you tried to tease but you could tell he wasn't having any of it. He started to pace around the room. "What are you doing?"

 "Packing. I told you I'm going to beat the shit out of him."

 "Tyler, you're not a fighter." He finally stopped at your words.

 "I'll still beat him to within an inch of his life."

 "Oh, stop. I'm fine. And you're not coming here. You're in the damn bubble and not going anywhere on my behalf." Tyler had a tendency to overreact at times and this was one of them, though you'd never seen him this angry before. "With a little makeup, you won't even see it."

 "You can't stop me from calling him and bitching him out."

 "Well, if it gets him to settle down in my hotel, I'll gladly take the help." It would be nice not having to worry about being thrown in the pool again or him starting up fights with another player. "But enough about that, tell me about your day?" The two of you chatted for over an hour, Tyler never once hinting about anything sexual happening, which surprised you a bit. It was nice though just talking about everything and anything with him. You always had this easy banter with him, but this just felt different. "Hey, I have another call coming in. Can I call you later?"

 "You can call me anytime babe. Feel better." He kissed you over the phone and you did the same for him before hanging up.

 You didn't recognize the number, but said hello anyhow only to be met with, "Hey (Y/N), I need your help?"

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #219

“make a move and you pay for it; pick a lord and you pray to it.”

Do you actually love your grandpa? I don't really remember either of mine. I do from what I remember and have learned of them, though. Do you actually love your grandma? I don't remember my dad's mom at all, but I mean, I love her simply for being my dad's mother, who loved her. My mom's mom, yeah, even though she's. Hard to like a lot of the time. Do you have Facebook? Yes. What was the last thing you posted on someone’s wall? A birthday post. Do you have MySpace? My old one still exists, but I sure haven't been on it since it was current. What is your favorite kind of music? Heavy metal. Favorite soft drink? Mountain Dew Voltage is actually cocaine to me rip. Favorite food? Probably like... pepperoni pizza or cheeseburgers. I'm a full-blooded 'Merican. Have you ever felt replaced? OH, HAVE I! Have you ever worn false eyelashes? No. Do you ever regret making a friend? I don't think so. Can you cure mental illness? I don't know about cure, but you can certainly learn how to handle it better and alleviate symptoms. Is God good? Define "God." Cats or dogs? Kitties. Do you play video games? Yeah, but I don't play nearly the variety that I used to. Do you take medication for mental health? Yes. Can you really be racist to a white person? No shit? Do you have a favorite hair accessory? What does it look like? No. What’s your favorite type of insect? Butterflies. What’s your LEAST favorite type of insect? Larvae, like maggots. Disgusting. Who was the last person you Facebook messaged? What did you say? What’s his/her favorite food? Idk and I don't feel like checking. I rarely use it. What was the last song you listened to? Does it mean anything to you? "Thoughts & Prayers" by Motionless In White is a mood with my mad-at-God-24/7 ass. It needs to stop honestly. I've become so hateful about religion. Not towards followers, mind you, just the concept itself. I could write a novel on this, but I don't feel like it. Just me and organized religion don't get along anymore. Have you ever slept in a water bed? On a water mattress, yeah. How do you feel about having sex during your menstrual period? Never tried, not for me. Sounds messy. Does your ex have a job? My most recent, I guess you mean? Yeah. Have you ever slept in a car? Yeah, on long drives to like New York and stuff. What was the last term of endearment you used (babe, hun, dear, etc)? *checks phone* "Sweetie." How often do you use Flickr? Never. I can't log into my account anymore since Yahoo said "fuck u Britt," so there's no point. Have you ever been on a blind date? No. Do you have a crush on the last person you texted? She's my girlfriend so y'know like- Have you ever got into an argument with the last person you kissed? We very much disliked each other at first, so... guess, lmao. Have you ever liked somebody who was nice to you, but horrible to everyone else? Eh, that's a mystery... Juan was very sweet to me, but I know he had a bad rep. I didn't really see how he interacted with others. How’s your appetite atm? It's normal. I'm not currently hungry. Out of all the conversations you’ve had recently, which one has made you smile or laugh the most? Sara randomly and excitedly texted me to tell me "Welcome to the Jungle" was on at work, which was on the radio both when I was there and she was here, so she thought of how much she missed me lakdjsfkalwe I smiled my face in half. Do you look decent in your most recent photograph? Eh, it wasn't awful. It was for my school ID. What is one vacation destination that many people think is just fabulous but which you personally have no desire to visit (or revisit)? New York City. My sis went and said it was 1.) insane and 2.) disgusting. If you were five years younger but knew everything at that age that you’ve actually learned over the last five years, what is one thing you would definitely do differently? Go to the partial hospitalization program way sooner. What serves as the greatest motivation for you in your daily life? To earn a happy, content future. What activity that you have to do every once in a while that you dread the most? "Every once in a while," I'd say clean Mitsu's cage. She is such a strange rat. Enjoys pets, but being picked up is a no sir. When people hear what you do for a living, what is the most typical question or comment they give you regarding your job? N/A If you were left alone for one hour with nothing more than a pen and a notepad, what would you be inclined to draw or write during those 60 minutes? I'd probably write a poem. I know I wouldn't draw 'cuz fuck no am I doing so with a pen. If you could witness anything at all in super-slow motion, what would you want to see? Uhhh. Idk. Anything I can think of, like lightning, I've seen because of the Internet. If someone were looking for you in a bookstore, in what section would they be most likely to find you? Probably like, young adult fiction/fantasy, something like that. What do you forget to do more often than anything else? Lately, take one of my mood stabilizers. I need to get the box out... aaaand forget every day. I haven't felt any different without it tho so like... If you could teach everyone in the world one skill, what would it be? Compassion, maybe. You’ve been offered the chance to paint a billboard along a highway with any message you choose, as long as it’s only 10 words long. What is your message? I'm not spending time musing over something that serious lakaljdsfawe. Would you ever travel to Africa? Hell yes. I desperately want to go to South Africa on the Tswalu Kalahari tour. Whose house were you last at? Besides my own, my older sister's. Have you ever had a near-death experience? I guess this depends on how near death you mean. I've been in one car accident that my mom managed to make minor only by being a good driver; realistically, we should've flipped, according to the cop. My mom just acted quickly enough. Then I heavily ODed, but I was given more than enough fluids in time to keep me surprisingly okay. I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't told Mom so quickly, and I don't care to think about it. I'm fucking lucky and don't want to think about what could've happened. Have you ever met anyone who was overly addicted to a computer game? Tbh I myself could've been in this position when my depression was so bad, but then there's factors to that that lean towards it just having been a preference versus addiction. Idk. It's not a problem anymore so not worth debating over. Have you ever been fingered? That was the first cheat when you chose abstinence lmao. What do you do the most when you are online? Watch or listen to something on YouTube. What video game have you played the most? So in WoW you can actually type in /played to see how long you've played JUST that one character up to the years (or maybe days?) down to seconds and. I will never type it in lmao. Ongoing games are v depressing. Do you have scars you don’t like to talk about? No, those are thankfully gone. What is something you and your significant other do that may seem weird to others? Be helplessly and openly in love with imaginary demons while dating each other lmao (she's a Freeza fanatic). When and why did you last cry? The second day of school because of math class. When was the last time you drank? I think like... back on the 4th of July. Or some days after 'cuz I know Mom and I didn't finish the container in one night. Do you wear jewelry a lot? Just my piercings, really. Save for on my ear lobes because the holes on the left are fucked up, yay. I'm going to wind up just slightly stretching the first holes when I can afford a small kit; actual studs or hoops look stupid. Never wanted gauges until the holes got too stretched by the weight of hoops; now something needs to be there. Who in your household do you not have a good relationship with? My sister's (who doesn't even live here...) dog Bentley. I hate him and he doesn't like me. No, that doesn't mean I mistreat a pet. He's just a pain in the goddamn ass. Who in your life are you scared to lose more than anything? My mom. I don't know what would happen to me or how I'd cope at this time. Honestly, would you rather be single or in a relationship? I'm happier in a healthy relationship. Do any of your friends not get along at all? No. I mean, not that I know of. What are your 3 favorite internet sites? I'd be LOST without YouTube, then KM follows up close. #3, uh... Facebook or Tumblr, I suppose. Have you ever gotten anything autographed, if so by who & what was it? No. Well, I do have a little book of Disney World character autographs, but I don't think that really counts. Do you prefer Walmart or Target? We use Wal-mart. Who is your favorite model? Sara is a gd model don't even @ me about it. What have you done that is out of character for you? The Joel thing is the most anti-Brittany thing I've ever done for sure. I can't think of anything more current that stands out, unless it's- NO WAIT, this was quite a few months ago, but I firmly stood against an opinion my psychiatrist made known. He's very talkative and open as hell about his beliefs in current events, and he said something about pit bulls where I was just like... um no sir. I wasn't going to be rude though to HIM of all people so just said I don't base dogs by their breed and shut up. Awkward silence and we moved on. What do you feel strong enough to protest about? LGBT acceptance and rights. I already protest by having given up Chic-fil-a okay I care y'all. What’s the biggest blooper you’ve never lived down? Who knows... What is the best thing you have done just because you were told you can’t? Idk. I'm lucky to not have really been told that... What are you most thankful for? Thinking it all over, probably being born where I am. Boy is America FUCKED UP in some places, but boy would I be in a MUCH worse place if I was born in, say, North Korea, between my mental issues, sexuality, and opinions that can go to either end of the spectrum. How do you feel about thrift shops or flea markets? I love them! You can find the coolest, wackiest shit. What do you like to put gravy on? I hate gravy with a passion. Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? No. What one thing in particular makes you feel good about yourself? I genuinely think I'm a nice person that has other's well-being in mind. What is priceless to you? Love, in any form. What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? Uhhh. I guess more than anything, I'm proud of my distant cousin for her unwavering love for and loyalty to her daughter when it came to escaping the Middle East and her dictatorial husband. Read Not Without My Daughter, it's great. Do you keep a budget? I don't have an income. What makes you feel rested and refreshed? Rested, a good night's sleep following being truly exhausted. Refreshed, oh man, gimme a hot, long shower. Who depends on you the most? Nobody. Could you ever be someone’s bodyguard? Hell no. Has one of your biggest fears come true? Yes. I was entirely convinced the world would literally end if Jason left. That night still doesn't feel real. Have you ever let your mom or significant other fight a battle for you? Colleen and Mom once fought after I'd ignored her, so I guess? It wasn't my wish or anything though for her to do it; Mom had shit to say by her own volition, and I wasn't going to tell my mother "no you can't do that." Did you create a checklist for your ideal spouse? No? Have you ever ridden on a subway or train and what did you like about it? Nope. Do you have to experience something to fully understand it? Yes. What embarrasses you instantly? A LOT A LOT A LOT!!!!! It is SO easy to embarrass me, including second-handedly. Do you think you could be a firefighter, why/why not? Hell no, I'm most certainly not in the necessary shape, and quite honestly I'm not that willing to risk my life for random people that could be assholes. What do you think should be censored? Idk. I have mixed feelings on censorship, no matter how stupid it seems. Eh... yeah, idk. Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? Queen Victoria and William Clark. Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? Depends on who and obviously if we're even compatible. Have you ever fired a gun? No. What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? Sincerely caring for them, probably. Who is a female role model in your life? My mom, in some ways. What childhood dreams have you neglected? Jfc a lot, I don't want to think about it. What do you have trouble seeing clearly in your mind? My future, honestly. It's hard picturing my elderly days. Like I'm not suicidal anymore, I just don't really... realize I'll get there, I guess. I can't picture myself being old and alive. Would you travel to space if possible? No, too long of a trip. Are you an optimistic person? I'm a realist. Do you consider yourself more realistic OR idealistic? ^ Have you ever felt bi-curious? I started out accepting myself as bisexual through thinking myself as bicurious. I quickly realized "bisexual" was more accurate than "bicurious," but it was an easier thing to shift acceptance towards in regards to yourself when you thought you were straight for 21 years. Are you a fan of U.S. President Donald Trump? No sir. I agree with some of his ideas, but I hate him as an asshole person without a trace of manners. Do you know anyone with autism, mood disorders or learning disabilities? Multiple. I'd assume most people know someone who fits at least one criterion there. Are you green-eyed? Not exactly, but they definitely have a green hue to them. They're a gray/green blue. Would you consider UFC fighting and WWE real sports events? I think it's beyond debate that a lot of it is staged, but I mean, I guess to a degree? You still have to fight. It's physical exertion. Have you ever had an immediate relative pass away of cancer? No. Wait. I can't remember if my grandmother had cancer or not... but I don't think so. She was just old. Would you rather work in an office, warehouse or on a retail shop floor? An office, definitely. In my work-hunting as well as actual work experience, office work is probably the only job I could actually do that doesn't require a degree... Do you have a favorite wild animal? Why? You can't know me and not be fully aware meerkats are my favorite animal. Why? Ho boy. I love social species, and meerkats have such strong personalities, and holy shit are those little things brave as fuck. They're so GOSH DARN CUTE!!!! too, and their loyalty to each other is astounding. I love how playful and curious the little guys are, and... just wow okay, I could write an actual essay on how I adore meerkats so goddamn much. Do you have any unusual, uncommon phobias? I'm sure there are other people afraid of whale sharks, but I don't think it's common? And is an actual phobia of pregnancy uncommon? Idk. Do you prefer Android or iPhone? I hate my Android. I've had an iPhone in the past, and it was great. Are you a fan of sweet, sour, salty, or savory snacks? All, depending on my mood. Most often I'd say I like sweet. Do you believe climate change is real? We can't be friends if you don't. Do you believe in evolution OR creationism? Evolution. Do you think people can really predict the future? Nah. Have you been to a lot of shrinks? I hate that word. Just call them therapists. But yeah. How often do you clean your room? Not often enough. I need to dust... Any movies coming out soon that you want to see? I DESPERATELY wanna see the "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" one. Those books were my CHILDHOOD. What was the last fear you overcame? I don't know about totally overcame, but vocational rehab helped me quite a bit with answering the phone to numbers I didn't recognize. Have you ever hurt yourself trying to crack a body part? No, nothing on me really cracks. Well no, both my big toes do, but no, I haven't hurt myself trying to crack them. What’s the worst part about winter? The days where it's cold BUT ALSO WINDY asdkljfaklwej;awe Summer? It's too fucking hot and probably humid, too. Spring? POLLEN. Fall? Literally nothing. :') Are you allergic to anything? Pollen and silver. How many times have you changed a diaper in your life? Like, once. Which country has the most fascinating culture? Oh boy, idk. Who does your favorite song? Idrk what my current favorite song is. I say my all-time fave is "False Flags" by Massive Attack, but it's not something I constantly wanna listen to. I guess you could maybe say it's "Headache" by Motionless In White; I play and repeat that a lot. I've really been digging them lately. When was the last time you wore makeup? Shit dude, idk. Months ago. Do you prefer males or females or both? I'm generally afraid of men, but I mean, I don't "prefer" one over the other if he's a good guy. Where in your town do you go when you wanna chill with a few friends? I don't have any friends I go out with. But there's nowhere to go here anyway. Where’s the best place to get coffee? N/A Have you ever seen someone struggle with an addiction? My dad was an alcoholic, but he's recovered. He loved (idk if he still does it) fantasy football, too. Pretty sure I got my addictive personality from him, lol. When was the last time someone gave you flowers? Early 2017. Do you like cranberry juice? omfg NO. Do you play any zombie-killing video games? The Last of Us is fucking dope, but I didn't finish it before my PS3 broke. :'( I like the Resident Evil series too, and some of those games have zombies or similar creatures. And The Walking Dead game tears my heart out every fucking season. What is the dominating genre on your mp3 player/iPod? Varying forms of metal. Do you have a book shelf? No. What website do you spend way too much time on? YouTube is ALWAYS open. I constantly either watch let's players and a few other kinds of YTers, moving windows around so I can see it and do other things, or listen to music. Do you like wind chimes? I LOVE!!!!!!!!!! WINDCHIMES!!!!!!!!!! Do you have a fetish? No. Do you have a pet fish? No. Don't get me wrong, they're beautiful and calming, but not worth it for me personally. They don't have much of a personality at all, and cleaning a tank so much for just a fish isn't for me. Do you like kettle corn? (That sweet and salty popcorn) Yessss! Do you enjoy classic rock? Hell yeah, man. When was the last time you went for a walk, just cause? Not since I was at Sara's last. Do you listen to Type O Negative? No. Do you have any fillings or cavities? Yeah. Have you gotten your wisdom teeth taken out yet? No, and thankfully I don't need to. One was very close to needing to be, but it has just enough room. Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? "Depending on what I’m signing up for, I’m likely to at least skim it." <<< This. Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? If so, did you invite everyone in the class? I had a party every year up to... idk what age. And no, I only invited friends. Do you like when things are color coordinated? Yes. Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? if so, have you ever won? Yeah, and no. Can you juggle? Nope. Have you ever mistaken a ringing phone on TV or in a movie for your own? Who hasn't? How often do you use bobby pins? Never. My hair's really too short for them. Well, I'd probably pin the right side up if I was doing something like cleaning. Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Road. What are your school colors? Blue and white. Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? Yeah. Have you ever rolled down a steep, grassy hill for fun? Actually yeah. Do you like Nerds candy? Yes I do.

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Editors Note: An article from Demi Rose to The Prepper Journal. As always, if you have information for Preppers that you would like to share and be entered into the Prepper Writing Contest with a chance to win one of three Amazon Gift Cards with the top prize being a $300 card to purchase your own prepping supplies!

Editor: This post may leave you with more questions than answers but that isn’t always a bad thing. When we are forced by circumstances to live off the grid sometimes we need to make some pretty edgy decisions in our preparedness. One recurring theme on The Prepper Journal has been stockpiling meds, with prescriptions meds being a sore subject due to the influence of our pseudo-socialized medical system now in the throws of either its death or its immortality. No matter the end game on that insurance companies and doctors, rightfully so, do not generally support prescriptions of more than 30-days duration. So now people are looking at alternatives and one that is getting a lot of attention is antibiotics for fish as a possible substitute since they can be close to those used in humans and they are NOT regulated, they can be bought on Amazon or at pet stores over the counter. 

Some doctors will prescribe antibiotics for survival storage, but not very many as their abuse can lead to their ineffectiveness, your immune system can work against you. So is has been rumored that many preppers explore fish antibiotics as an alternative. They’re commonly sold in human doses and available without a prescription.

Fish antibiotics such as Fish Mox Forte are used to treat bacterial infections in fish. The antibiotics that are used to treat fish are the same or similar as the antibiotics that are provided for human use from antibiotic manufacturing companies, depending on type of antibiotic and form.  Some consider their use a very bad idea. As a Prepper you should know the facts and make an informed decision.

Everything you’ve wanted to know about fish antibiotics for survival

In the event that there has been a bug out situation and someone needs emergency attention and medical help seems to be far away or nowhere to be found, then, is the next best thing to lay your hands on a bottle of fish antibiotics? Your guess will be as good as mine – do you administer them to enhance someones chance of survival from a wound or injury in the hope of giving them added time while you seek professional medical help? Will such a thing as professional medical help really exist in a true TEOTWAWKI situation?

The real question remains “are fish antibiotics reliable for human survival?” Below is an all-encompassing guide to everything you would want to know about fish antibiotics in the hope of helping you make an intelligent decision.

Many believe that fish antibiotics are a handy alternative for human antibiotics and as such are good “make up” components for your survival kit. So when I grab my crankbait fishing rod for my weekend angling, armed with my bug-out bag stocked up with fish antibiotics I am confident of a wonderful weekend with no worries. Most prepper blogs advice that one can stock up on these pills as they have an all-round semblance to the normally prescribed medicine in hospitals.

What are fish antibiotics?                 

Thomas labs explains that fish antibiotics are used to treat bacterial infections in fish. Most fish antibiotics we have (either in capsule or tablet form) possesses similar USP grades to those produced by pharmaceutical companies for human use; that means that antibiotics used for fish treatment are similar to those used for human bacterial treatment, not necessarily that we suffer the same infection but the active ingredient in fish antibiotics are almost the same in milligram with human antibiotics. However its use for human treatment is subject to confirmation by a certified medical personnel as this justifies the negation of the label ‘fish use only‘.

Fish antibiotics? Why human use?

As I said earlier, its human use does not negate the manufacturers caution on the pack which clearly states, “not for human use” and that only qualified medical personnel could mandate its use and answer the above authoritatively. But for the sake of the guide, a slight comparison to ascertain its similarity with those prescribed by the doctor for humans won’t hurt. What are the components of these fish antibiotics that are present also in human antibiotics, keeping in mind that animal doses might vary from human doses, so at least while comparing make sure you get the dosage correct.

Fish antibiotics:         Active ingredient:

Fish Amp forte.            Ampicillin 500mg

fish mox forte.             Amoxicillin 500mg

Fish pen forte.             Penicillin 500mg

Fish flox forte.            Ciprofloxacin 500mg

fin flex forte.              Cephalexin 500mg

These ingredients not only appear in human antibiotics, but most times have the exact same dosage. This strengthens the claim that fish antibiotics could be a worthy stand in, in case of an emergency. Nonetheless we should be careful that there is just one of these active ingredients and that it supports human survival to avoid other drug allergies, and adverse reactions.

Having known these, are there other things worth knowing?

For the fact that the topic in question is about a drug, one should be aptly informed before embarking on its use to avoid its abuse. As mentioned earlier drugs are composed of various ingredients which have different effects, so I think you will need to know if the fish antibiotics you are getting has just this one ingredient that is similar to the humans own or are there additives and fillers which might cause allergies as a result of a different effect? My advice would be stay with a drug that has just that one similar active ingredient.

Right dosage

Dosages might be similar, but it is worth checking with a qualified Medical professional to be sure. If you must take or give fish antibiotics, make sure the dosage is right according to accepted medical guidelines. This can not be overstated.

Allergies

This is where the “Danger Alarms” may become deafening. Look out for allergies – if at all possible ensure your patient is not allergic to any of the components listed on the drug pack label or user manual. I say this as ones needs a conscious and coherent victim to assure you of their allergies. The circumstances of a misdiagnoses can be severe.

Storage is essential

Like all medications these drugs are to be stored in a cool environment, under the appropriate temperature and also check out for the expiration date and make sure you exhaust or replace as and when due.

Pricing fluctuations and availability

Price fluctuations and availability in the market or in stores are some of the challenges that one could encounter when going for antibiotics. These challenges are caused by demand for these drugs; you can imagine when humans start requesting fish antibiotics, there would definitely be an increased demand which has a direct effect on the price. Another case maybe that the pharmaceutical company may consider it pertinent to withdraw a particular brand of antibiotic from the market completely and replace it with a better and more effective one. Often times antibiotic removal is related to profits of the pharmaceutical manufacturers no matter the viability of the medication. For example, if an antibiotic is not selling well in the market there is a high probability that its production will be reduced or stopped entirely.

Where are my reliable and available sources?  

Aside from the fluctuation in the availability of these drugs, again probably caused by their increasing demand and to a lesser extent, manufacturers profit issues as earlier discussed above, I don’t have a recommended source.  Although Amazon would could guarantee an easy purchase of fish medications.

In conclusion, fish antibiotics in recent times have filled in seamlessly for its human equivalent. Consequently, it appears to be an essential for your survival kit, although like I mentioned in the guide, requires confirmation from some qualified medical personnel which of course is important to avoid drug abuse related issues. So, I will advise that you get one before buying a can of fish antibiotics.

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https://www.antibioticsforsurvival.com/

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MacGyver 2.09 Prediction RP (RP’d before the episode aired)

Two weeks ago, after the MacGyver episode, there was a 10-second  TV spot foretelling that the 12/1 episode, “CD and Hoagie Foil” would feature Mac exposed to a deadly nerve gas. Well, @alliemackenzie28 and I thought it would be fun to RP out what we thought would happen whump-wise, and publish it before we watched the episode. Here it is and we hope you enjoy!

macgyvermedical: Ting! Spat! Ting-Ting! Spat! Ting! the guns chasing him may have been silenced, but the bullets smashing into the cement and metal walls were just as deadly as if they had fired at full volume. Mac kept running, Jack alongside, the canister in his hand. If they could just get through the next room to the main lab they would be safe. The lab was encased in bulletproof glass, glass that would hold for the fifteen minutes or so for a tactical team to catch up to their position.

Ting hsss! Mac felt the canister of nerve gas jerk in his hand and felt a thin spray hit his forearm as a cloud of visibly green gas escaped it. Thinking quickly, with no time to detail or argue his plan with Jack, he pulled the last few feet forward and locked himself behind the bulletproof door to the lab. "I'm exposed!" He shouted though the glass. Behind them, the gunmen pulled up hard and stopped shooting. They'd failed, and the room, technically, was contaminated. The area had to lock down. They wouldn't take the risk of being exposed themselves.

alliemackenzie28: Jack did his best to shield Mac and the canister from the spray of bullets sent towards them by the arms dealer's goons. Said arms dealer must train his goons well, because they were actually decent shots; Jack felt the wind from more than one bullet as it passed close to his head, and he was doing everything he could to get them out of there as quickly as possible. "Riley?" he called into mic. "How far away's that tac team?"

"I don't know," she said back, stress obvious in her voice. "Ten, fifteen minutes? They're stuck in traffic!"

Just as they got to the entryway to the lab, Mac ran ahead and shut himself in the room without Jack. Jack's first thought was, great, he locked me out here with the guys who want to kill us, but then he saw the leaking container. Klaxons blared and red lights flashed when sensors picked up the toxin. Locks on the doors on either side of Jack clanged shut, trapping him between Mac and the gunmen in his own little space. Both doors were bulletproof, which meant the gunmen couldn't get to him. It also meant he couldn't get to Mac.

macgyvermedical: Mac pulled a paper towel from above the sink and used it to cover his nose and mouth. It wouldn't help too much- the stuff was on his skin after all- but he wouldn't give it an easy way in to his body. He threw the canister under a fume hood and turned on the vent, watching the rest of the green fog dissipate in the air. He knew it was still there even if he couldn't see it. The room was well and truly contaminated, but at least the small amount that had escaped before he'd gotten it under the fume hood would dissipate to a concentration where it would be less toxic.

He ran over to the sink, and slathered his exposed arm with soap and rinsed it down the drain. That would get rid of most of the direct contamination. But he wouldn't be able to leave the room until a professional team got there to clear him. He went back to the door. Outside, the gunmen had retreated. Thank goodness for that. He hadn't wanted to trap Jack out there with the gunmen, but knew, being Jack, he stood a better chance of surviving armed assailants than he did an almost assured exposure to a highly toxic nerve agent. "Jack, call Matty." He ordered through the glass.

alliemackenzie28: Jack watched helplessly through the glass, gun still in hand, as Mac shoved the leaking canister into a machine that looked to Jack like some kind of space healing pod. The pod sucked up the gas as it sprayed out until finally it was gone. Mac was at the sink, scrubbing at his arm with soap. In the chopper they'd been dropped from, there were autoinjectors of medication for nerve gas exposure, but the chopper was long gone even if Jack could have gotten out of the foyer thing he was stuck in. He banged on the glass. "What the hell, Mac?" he shouted, angry in spite of the fact that he knew the kid had made the right decision.

Call Matty. Matty was both the last person Jack wanted to talk to and the first person he wanted on his side right now. He unclipped the clunky sat phone from his belt and dialed, flinching when she answered. "Hey, Matty! So me and Mac, good news, we got the gas! And uh... well, Mac got exposed and I'm trapped in this little room." Jack blurted the last sentence all at once and waited for Matty's wrath.

macgyvermedical: "Jack, prefacing something with 'good news' has really started having the opposite effect I hope you're intending." Matty said without responding to Jack's pleasantries, even as her face visibly fell. "But before you get into whatever amazing story you have for why this is a conversation we're actually having, what is MacGyver's status?" She covered the phone's mic as she looked over to her assistant. "Get me an update on the tac team." She ordered.

Mac tried to breathe as little as possible, knowing the effort was futile. Even a tiny drop of the nerve gas could be extremely dangerous. He wasn't feeling the effects yet, which meant he'd probably been successful in keeping a lethal amount out of his lungs, but a lot of it had made it onto his skin. He just hoped he'd gotten enough off of him in time.

And, he hoped, that whatever was left in the air wouldn't settle on something he would accidentally touch. Actually, that wouldn't be difficult to mitigate. Most types of nerve gas could be deactivated by a strong alkaline, traditionally sodium hypochlorite. He was in a lab. There had to be something he could use. He found exactly what he was looking for in a janitorial closet. He dumped the contents of a windex bottle into the sink and rinsed it, then filled it with bleach. Paper towel still over his nose and mouth, he began spraying the air around the entrance to the lab, as well as coating the nearby workbenches, chairs, and floor. It smelled vile and so strong he felt like his skin might rip off if he made contact with it, but it was almost a reassuring experience.

alliemackenzie28: "Oh. Well. He seems fine right now, actually," spluttered Jack. He looked in through the window and watched as Mac popped triumphantly out of a closet and started mixing ingredients in a spray bottle. "He's spraying something... I don't know what he's doing, but he looks ok to me. Definitely got exposed, though."

A glance through the other window revealed that the baddies were nowhere to be seen; they must have fled the scene when the nerve gas started spraying everywhere, Jack reasoned. Smart guys, those goons.

Jack's next objective was to figure out how to get through the door that separated him and Mac in case Mac needed help. A closer inspection revealed that the hinges were on his side, so if he could find a way to tap the pins out, he might be able to simply lift the door out of its frame. Maybe there was some kind of a release on the other side and he could talk Mac into opening it.

macgyvermedical:"Glad to hear you're such a medical expert now, Jack." Matty said as her assistant threw a satellite image up on the screen of the tac van stuck in traffic, its lights doing absolutely nothing for the crowd of people and cars sandwiched around it. Sometimes she hated LA. She glared at it. "Why don't you find out what he's spraying, maybe?" She said pointedly. Not in any kind of 'maybe' way, at least.

alliemackenzie28:"Oh, well, I mean, all I'm sayin' is he's not showing symptoms yet. I- Yes. Yes ma'am, I will." He hung up with a sigh. He still couldn't figure out whether she turned him on or terrified him. Maybe a little of both. Hanging up the phone, he turned to the door and banged on the glass. "Mac! What- are- you- spraying?" he shouted, miming his words while he spoke.

macgyvermedical: "Its bleach." Mac explained. His eyes were watering from the smell. "It'll deactivate some of the remaining nerve gas, decrease the chance that any more will get in me."

alliemackenzie28: "Ok," said Jack. Another of Mac's random pieces of knowledge coming in handy wasn't surprising in the least. "Are you ok?"

macgyvermedical: "Maybe." Mac said. He put the bottle down and leaned back against the nearest lab table. "It got on my skin. I got most of it off, I think, but it doesn't really take a lot to cause problems. Probably pretty likely I'm going to need an antidote, and depending on what kind of nerve agent it is, I'm going to need it sooner rather than later." the lab wasn't designed for studying nerve agents, so a Mark I kit or DuoDote pen wasn't going to naturally be a part of the landscape. The tac team might have something, if they got there in time. Given that they didn't have the stats on this particular agent, all he could hope is it was one that would respond to an antidote even hours after exposure.

alliemackenzie28: "Can you make an antidote?" Jack knew it probably wasn't possible, but 'impossible' didn't mean the same thing to Mac as it did to the rest of the world, so it was always worth asking. He inventoried what he had on him, knowing he'd have to find his own way into the lab if Mac needed his help. He had his cell, the sat phone, a pen and notebook, his Ka-bar, a stick of gum, his gun and two extra clips, and one of Mac's bent paperclips. The tiny space he was in was totally empty.

macgyvermedical: Mac looked around the room. He worked on the fringes of safety on the best of days, but actually creating a viable antidote in a lab wasn't something he felt comfortable doing. "Probably not without killing myself." He said. He coughed, trying to clear his throat. He couldn't tell if it was a placebo or if he was already feeling the beginning effects of the verve agent. Clearly he hadn't gotten all of it off, because his arm was slick with sweat where the agent had touched his skin.

alliemackenzie28: "Well don't do that!" Jack joked, but it fell flat. He took another look at the contents of his pockets laid out on the floor, decided on a plan, and unloaded and started disassembling his gun. "I'm gonna use the recoil guide to tap the pins out of the door. I'll need your help to bend the deadbolt far enough that we can slide it the rest of the way out." Starting from the bottom, he carefully lined up the guide and hammered it upwards with the butt of his gun. Slowly, the pins each loosened and came free. "Ok, push on the hinge side of the door. I'll slide my gun in when there's room."

macgyvermedical: "Jack, I'm not, like, trapped in here or anything. I just locked it from the inside." Mac said, ciringing. He knew that probably hadn't been a particularly popular choice where Jack was concerned, so he tried to explain. "I sorta-kinda deconned this little corner of the lab, but, its a massive room, dude. Figured since I was already exposed I might as well lock myself in here and not spread it around. We open that door before the hazmat team gets here and you'll be exposed too."

alliemackenzie28: Jack stared through the thick glass at Mac. "Seriously? Mac, what the hell? You're gonna need help in there! There's no like," he waved his hands at the ceiling of the lab, "ventilation system to flush everything out?"

macgyvermedical: "There is in the fume hoods, I guess, but its still not safe, Jack. And if I do need help, I need you to be in good enough shape to help me. Until then, we wait for the hazmat team." Mac argued. "Here, I'll even unlock it, as long as we have an understanding that you only open the door if I'm not breathing."

alliemackenzie28: Jack's first reaction was to protest, but he knew Mac was right. Having the door unlocked made him feel less helpless- like he wasn't about to watch Mac die in front of him without being able to do anything to help him. "Fine. Tac team's ten minutes out. Are you really feeling ok?"

macgyvermedical: As if on cue, Mac coughed again, this time bringing up some of the mucous that seemed to have quickly gathered in his throat. He panicked for a second as the coughing subsided and he spit in the sink. He was having trouble drawing a deep breath. The sweat was spreading up his arm from the site where he'd been exposed, and the tiny muscles in the skin near his hand twitched. "Not really." He said. "I don't think I breathed it, but, I didn't get nearly enough of it off, Jack."

alliemackenzie28: "Well can you get more of it off? It's just soap and water, right?" Jack found himself breathing with Mac, trying to breathe for him, but he couldn't keep it up; how could Mac? He knew he couldn't go in yet- Mac would try to hold the door shut. He had to make himself wait.

macgyvermedical: "I got what was left on my skin off, but some of it had already absorbed." Mac amended. Taking a moment to breathe. His stomach twisted, the chemical finally hitting his gut, and combined with the feeling that there was something heavy on his chest that he couldn't lift off, the idea of vomiting felt like it would be really unpleasant. Ten minutes, huh? Felt like it had already been a lot longer. He sunk to a sitting position next to the door and leaned against it, inviting Jack to sit with him. His mouth was slightly open, but he had to keep closing it to swallow spit or cough up mucous. He'd be able to stand it a while longer, he decided, as long as he kept calm.

alliemackenzie28: Jack crouched down next to Mac and looked at his watch again. "Riley? Update?"

"Ten minutes, Jack, same as the last time you asked."

"Ok, ok, just... can't you hack the stoplights or something?"

"I'm already trying, but that might take the whole ten minutes!"

Jack watched Mac, sweaty and struggling to breathe and swallow, and he couldn't take it anymore. "Ok, that's it," he said as he stood. He turned the door handle and pulled, feeling a whoosh of air from the lab.

macgyvermedical: "Jack!" Mac said as the door opened next to him, but he didn't have the chance to prevent Jack coming into the room. Mac was livid. "Turn around..." Mac started, swallowing. "We are both... going to die... if you stay-" Mac coughed until he ran out of breath and was only able to gasp for several seconds. Spots flickered in front of his vision and he was very glad he was already on the ground.

alliemackenzie28: Jack crouched next to Mac and held his shoulder while he coughed.  He started to ask if he was ok, decided that was the wrong question for the situation, and settled for, “I gotcha.”  When Mac finally caught his breath, Jack sat down next to him.  “What can I do?”

macgyvermedical: Mac wanted to say something like “you can get the hell out of here is what you can do!” But if Jack was already exposed, Jack was already exposed. “Go... go wash your hands.” Mac instructed. “Don’t touch anything else and stay in... this corner of the room.”

alliemackenzie28: Jack washed his hands thoroughly and then walked back over to Mac with a wad of soapy paper towels.  “Gimme your arm.  Might still be some on you.” 

macgyvermedical: Mac didn’t argue that fact. Tbh he’d been going fast and it was fairly likely he’d missed a spot. A spot that could kill him... his eyes watered and his stomach began to cramp and gurgle. “How long until help gets here?” He asked.

alliemackenzie28: Jack flicked open his knife and cut up the seams of Mac’s pants and shirt.  A bucket sat on the counter by the sink, and he filled it with water, sloshing some on the floor in his haste.  He scrubbed every inch of exposed skin till it shone pink, then rinsed mac with bucket after bucket of water.  

Halfway through, he realized he’d forgotten to put on gloves, but he figured there probably wasn’t enough left to make him sick, and even if there was, it was well diluted by now.  Dilution is the solution to polution, right?

macgyvermedical: “Jack, I-“ Mac protested as Jack cut off his clothing, but then cooperated, helping Jack scrub him down. It was getting harder and harder to breathe now, and he found himself putting a lot of conscious effort into not panicking. The nausea that had cropped up too wasn’t helping. He pushed himself up a little more against the glass, wheezing. He was in pain from the cramping, but not enough to justify the tears rolling down his face. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked pleadingly at the entrance to the basement where, presumably, the hazmat team would arrive with an antidote.

alliemackenzie28: Jack could hear Mac’s rough breathing, and tried not to jostle him or lean him back or do anything to make it more difficult.  Mac seemed restless.  “You’re gonna be ok, ok?  They’ll be here in like five minutes.” He hoped.  

When he finished scrubbing and rinsing, he crouched next to Mac, hands everywhere, wanting to do something, anything, to help, but at the same thing knowing there was nothing he could do but wait.  Frustration didn’t even begin to describe it.

macgyvermedical: “Relax.. Jack.” Mac gasped. “Just... be ready to warn... the team... when they get here.” He continued. “Tell them what... happened.” He coughed as hard as he could, trying to prevent the excess saliva from spraying everywhere. It felt like there was no where for the air he pulled in to go, that it was just getting stuck in his throat.

alliemackenzie28: “Mac, don’t talk.  Save your breath.”  Jack wiped spit off of Mac’s chin.  “I know, buddy, I know.  I’ll tell ‘em.  Just spit it out.” He felt helpless, but knew he couldn’t do anything. 

“Three minutes,” Riley updated, and Jack relayed the time to Mac.

macgyvermedical: Three minutes. That was okay. He could make it three minutes. Just... damn all of a sudden he was so tired. It was becoming painful to draw breath. His vision was fading. Three minutes... he could make it...

alliemackenzie28: Jack had been cursing at his watch when Mac’s eyes closed, but he saw him falling and caught him before he hit the ground.  “Mac?”  He shook Mac gently, mentally begging for any response.

“Hazmat’s about to pull into the parking lot,” said Riley in his ear. 

Jack rolled Mac onto his side and cradled his head so that the excess saliva ran out of his mouth and pooled on the floor.  For a while, here was only the sound of Mac’s wet-sounding breathing. 

“Come on, come on, come on,” Jack repeated, both to Mac and to the Hazmat team.  Finally, when Jack was nearly in tears from the fear and frustration, the group of orange-suited hazardous materials handlers burst through the door in a jumble of color and sound.

macgyvermedical (taking over for the rest of the story): Dave had been on the LA hazmat team for several decades, and had quickly come to be severely annoyed by the Phoenix Foundation. If they hadn’t caused the spill or contamination, they still had agents involved. So it wasn’t particularly shocking to him that MacGyver, an agent he’d seen more than once in such a situation, had been exposed. The unknown nerve agent part was new and scary for the organization, but it wasn’t something totally unexpected. LA was a major metropolitan city. Bioterrorists liked that about a place. 

Anyway. He arrived with an antidote kit, signaling his arrival to a man sitting over the barely clothed and apparently unconscious MacGyver. 

“David Hersch.” He said roughly to Jack. “LA HazMat. Matty briefed me on the situation.” He cringed, remembering the short but intense phone conversation he’d had with the Phoenix Foundation director. He missed Patty some days. That being said, he was still getting over Pete. Fully suited, he knelt in front of Mac. Airway had narrowed and his breaths were shallow with audible wheezing and stridor. He was fighting hard, Dave could tell, but he was losing the fight. A grey-blue tinge ringed his mouth and the tips of his fingers. His skin was wet with perspiration. He made no move as Dave dug his knuckles into the man’s chest. His pupils were pinpoints. It was classic organophosphate poisoning.

“Jack, there’s a decontamination shower outside, Johnson will show you where.” He said, gesturing to a fellow orange-clad teammate as he unzipped the medical kit he’d dragged in. “And Dyle, bring me a nerve agent kit.” Despite Dave having only become an EMT a few years previously, he had no idea how he’d functioned on the team so long without the certification.

Jack looked reluctant to leave, lagging behind, worried, as Johnson tried to direct him out of the room. “We’ll take good care of him, Jack.” He assured the agent, hoping it would get him to the decon area sooner than later. This could easily come to the already naked Mac vomiting or them having to do a lot of things he’d rather Jack not see. And if Jack was himself contaminated, which was likely, they needed to minimize his exposure so they weren’t running up against the same problems with him.

Even with that situation far from handled, with Dyle bringing the antidote kit, Mac’s breathing was his top priority. He rolled Mac onto his back and sunk an oral airway, pulling Mac’s tongue forward and making a wider space for air to pass. He suctioned saliva out from around it. It wouldn’t do all that much good, but it might keep him from aspirating or get a little more air into him. What he really needed was a tube, but that would have to wait until he was deconned and the paramedics could attend to him. He didn’t really have time for a full set of vitals at the moment, but he attached a pulse ox clip to Mac’s ear to figure out what he was working from. 73%. Well crap. He was working from crap is what.

He bagged Mac in time with the agent’s own weak attempts at breath as someone else cut the rest of his clothes off and began scrubbing him down with a neutralizing wash. It felt like he was bagging against a wall, but the little air going into Mac was almost all oxygen. He watched the oximeter jump up a few points as Dyle dropped next to him with the kit.

“Administer that as soon as you’re ready. Then tell the medics to meet us at the door.” Fortunately, there wasn’t a lot of setup required and training on them was standard even though nerve agents poisonings weren’t often occurrences. Dyle opened the case and pulled the safety cap off the auto injector.

“DuoDote pen. 2 of atropine, 600 pralidoxime.” He confirmed with Hersch before pressing it hard against Mac’s leg. He felt the spring-loaded needle discharge under his hand and waited a few seconds before pulling it back. He taped it to Mac’s bare chest and radioed a location for the medics to meet them.

[starwriterulia]

I Guess I'll Stay (Daehyun x Y/N)

Characters: Jung Daehyun, Bang Yongguk

Word Count: 3k

Scenario: Y/N and her friend are foreign makeup artists who came to pursue their career in a drama Daehyun and Yongguk star in. Y/N is shy and introverted, but that's why Daehyun likes her.

It took me two days to write this because I had to make a relationship in a short amount of time. One blog types Daehyun as an ISFJ, which seems very fitting! If you haven't glanced at my page yet, I'm an ENFP who may be autistic, thus acts INFP, maybe? I want to be a loved, happy, and feel normal, set me free. Having that in mind made this difficult to finish, so I hope the end isn't too OOC of Daehyun or cringey while keeping it open-ended.

Also, if you see any gramar or spelling errors, lemme know; I posted this and caught two as I was rereading it. XDD

Thank you for the request!

-Faith

Aesthetic and scenario requests are open! (Guidelines) (Masterlist)

I scrunch up my face as I wipe it clean from acne lotion with a rag. My forehead acne is getting a lot better because I stopped playing with my bangs and started getting haircuts more often. But, it's still not Korean idol clear, or... whitewashed Korean idol clear, fuck. I still don't like how pasty white some people make their skin, it's just gross. I mean, I don't have yellow fever or Hallyu fever, but I do appreciate me some tan skin and dark eyes. Not that I'm looking for lo-

“Y/N! Hurry up and get finished, we need to leave in ten minutes!” Heeyeong says in English from the other side of the bathroom door.

“OK, OK! I just finished cleaning my face.”

“You haven't even started putting on makeup? Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes, I put on makeup. No, I haven't put on any makeup. Chill, Heeyeong.”

“Girl, I'm more chill than a polar bear who's taking a cold dip in the ocean.”

“But...” I lower the rag to the sink at the same slow pace my eyes rise to the mirror. “That water is too cold for polar bea-” I turn on my heels and open the door, which was put in the wrong way. I hear a loud thunk followed by a squeak, and realize I hit Heeyeong, who was standing just behind the door. “-Rs, shit, sorry! Sorry!”

“Ouch, mph.” Heeyeong holds onto her nose, and rubs its bridge as I rub her shoulders. “I-It's OK, but... ouch.”

I laugh under my breath, and Heeyeong catches onto it. “L-Lemme just quickly put on makeup, then we'll go, OK?”

“Yeah, I'll get our purses.” We nod a little, then part ways. After putting on enough makeup to look simple and presentable, Heeyeong and I exit the apartment. Heeyeong locks the door, we descend via the elevator, check out at the front desk, and get in the cab we called about eight minutes earlier. We're taken to the studio a good thirteen minutes away, and after Heeyeong pays the driver, we scurry into the front door.

We make our way through the building, get our passes on lanyards, and set up our equipment at the makeup station. After another minute or so, Daehyun and Yongguk approach us with some of their guards. We bow to greet them, each of us saying good morning and introducing ourselves by name. We invite them to sit in the chairs in front of the rectangular vanity mirrors. Daehyun was chosen to sit at my chair, and I begin to apply foundation to his skin.

“Y/N, what country are you from?” Daehyun asks. After I answer him, his eyebrows raise. “You came all the way here for a job?”

I nod twice. “Heeyeong dragged me here because she got a job offering, and wanted me to get outside my comfort zone. I was doing this for theatre productions back home. We met there, and became best friends.”

“Have you met Heeyeong's family, yet?”

I smile a little, a little warmth rising to my cheeks. “Yeah, they're very nice. I feel right at home.”

“Why did you move from Korea, Heeyeong?” Yongguk asks, his face relaxed as Heeyeong works on his face.

“My mom's first husband became alcoholic after he lost his job.” Heeyeong says. “It was a small mistake, and his boss was unforgiving. He began to harass my mom and older brother, but never hit them. My mom divorced him and moved away with my brother, then remarried. That man died half a year later, and I was born a month later.” Heeyeong smiles. “I'm glad to see my grandparents for the first time. They take great care of me and Y/N. Mom says she wants to come home before Christmas.”

“Wow, your mom sounds like a strong woman.” Yongguk says while Heeyeong nods. “It's good that you finally met to see your grandparents.” Heeyeong smiles for a moment, then goes to her kit to get a different brush. Being a quick worker, I begin to contour Daehyun's face.

He closes his eyes and lets me work. When I step away to get a stick of eyeliner, I see him open his eyes in the mirror. “Is your family good, Y/N?”

“Yes, both of my parents work. I also have an older brother, he's a specialist doctor for backs. He married last year. He and his wife are expecting their first baby next month.” Yongguk and Daehyun take turns to congratulate my brother, and I thank them, blushing as I give a little smile. “My parents thought I would be a language teacher because I speak English, Korean, and Spanish. But, I wasn't interested, so I took on a trade.”

“Were they excited to hear that you were going to Korea?” Daehyun asks. I put down the highlighting pen, and go to the eye shadow. I've been asked to give him a dark, matte bronze.

“They were more surprised than anything.” I laugh a little. “I've only been here for two days, now. I really like it, here.”

“Then, stay here.” I smile and nod in agreement. After I finished, I step back to admire my work; it gives Daehyun's face a natural glow, just how I like it. A lump forms in my throat as I watch his eyes open with a grace I didn't realize he had, before. Soft and glimmering in the artificial light of the room, Daehyun's eyes captivate my own. I part my lips in awe. Realizing I was staring, I close my lips and shake my head. “Sorry.”

“No, it's fine.” Daehyun says. “Do I look good?”

I feel warmth rush to my cheeks, and I bow my head in embarrassment for a moment before meeting his eyes with a bit of confidence. “Yes, you look very good.” I step aside to let Daehyun see himself, and he lifts his chin and turns his head to examine himself.

“You know what you're doing. Thank you.” I give a polite bow in reply, then Daehyun and Yongguk are called to the set.

“Alright, one more time from 'Make me', Yongguk.” The director says. Yongguk gives a short nod in reply as he returns to lean against the concrete column. He wears a black tank top, a pair of black capris stained with dried blood in a few places, and black high tops. Daehyun returns to his starting position just beyond the metal roof supported by two concrete columns, one of which Yongguk leans on.

Daehyun wears a dark grey, full-length sleeved shirt with white decorative buttons all the way down, the cuffs, collar and bottom of the shirt also white. He wears a pair of dark washed jeans, and dark grey and black sneakers. The female lead actress, Park Joomi (from Blood and Kang Woo's Story), retakes her position on the street. She sits like she had just fallen with her dust pink dress torn diagonally from the back of her skirt (her shoes also match the shirt, and she just looks fabulous). “Action!” A staff hand uses the clapper, and Joomi whimpers as she turns herself over to sit on her butt instead of her legs.

Yongguk pushes off the column, and comes within feet of Daehyun. “Make me believe that Hanim is dead. I wasn't right about her. Why should I come home?”

Daehyun's chest rises and falls. His character, Insoo, is a respected detective of the Sokchu police agency. Dongyoon has been Insoo's friend since grade school, but it wasn't revealed until a few scenes earlier that Dongyoon had mental issues. “Dongyoon, you didn't lose your medication. Hanim stole it because you're the best detective Sokchu has, and everyone knows. Those pills keep your anxiety under control, right?”

Yongguk hesitates, then nods once. Struggle is written all over his face, and Joomi begins to cry. Her character, Goin, sympathizes with Dongyoon's anxiety because of her position as a female in the police force. “Your partner said you didn't take pills from your new bottle.” Daehyun says. “That's your OCD, finishing what you start, right?”

“Yes, that's right. I have issues.”

“You ran from headquarters when you saw Hanim's body because you couldn't believe it. Dongyoon, she overdosed from your pills and died after she wrote a confession letter. She told us everything, even her motive for killing her younger sister. It's over, Dongyoon.”

Yongguk lowers his shoulders. “She did? It was the older sister, after all? I was right?”

“Yes!” Joomi says. “You were right. She had us fooled, Dongyoon.”

Yongguk smiles. “I'm glad I helped. That makes me feel a lot better.” He coughs up fake blood from a packet he bit on. He wipes some from his lips, and his expression becomes soft.

“Oh, right. My pills.” Yongguk wipes his hands on his pants, then looks to Daehyun. “Shit, Insoo, I thought Gojin was Hanim and hit her.” He frowns as he looks to Joomi. She softens her eyes in understanding. “I'm so sorry, both of you.”

“I forgive you, Dongyoon.” Joomi says, reaching out an arm for a moment. “You shouldn't have been involved in this case so much. The case is closed because of you, Dongyoon.” Yongguk smiles, blood staining his teeth, and he coughs until a horrible wheeze tears at his throat. Daehyun rushes to kneel by his side. Joomi stands just behind Daehyun.

“Did I eat or drink any?” Yongguk asks.

“We don't know, you disappeared for three days.” Joomi replies. “Hold on, please. Help is on the way.”

“I'll do my best.”

“You helped us more than you know, Donyoon.” Daehyun says. “Thank you, really.” He holds Yongguk's left hand. Yongguk swallows with difficulty, then closes his eyes. “Dongyoon? Dongyoon!”

“No.” Joomi shakes her head, and steps around Daehyun to kneel on the other side of Yongguk. “No no no.”

“He's just unconscious. See? His chest is still moving.”

“We still need the ambulance to hurry.” Daehyun and Joomi look beyond the set to the staff towards a cardboard eye that someone holds for them to focus on. The script reads that sirens sound as this happens. “And, hurry a bit more.”

“He'll be OK.” Joomi says, meeting Daehyun's eyes.

“Yeah. I know.” Daehyun strokes his thumb over the back of Yongguk's hand twice, then squeezes it a little.

“And, that's a wrap!” The director shouts. The staff members give a warm applause to the cast and themselves. I heave a sigh and look to Heeyeong. “Yeah, this will be a box-office hit. Yeop Jeongyoon is about to become very famous.”

“She's definitely a talented writer.” Heeyeong says. “She deserves a nomination or two.” The cast members relieve their positions and join the applause, then the actors return to the dressing room. After getting into their normal clothes, we clean the makeup off Yongguk's and Daehyun's faces.

“So, I don't imagine we'll be seeing you two again, will we?” Yongguk asks as he and Daeyhyun rise from their seats.

“If we're lucky, we'll meet again.” Heeyeong says.

“Then, let's meet again.” Yongguk and Daehyun thank us, and we bow to each other as they leave. Heeyeong and I return to our apartment to get into more comfortable clothes, then we head to the streets. We eventually come to a small cafe that serves breakfast foods from 8 AM to 8 PM, called Cinnamon Baked. After removing our shoes and deodorizing our socks, the teen girl at the cashier greets us. 

“Hello, welcome to Cinnamon Baked. I'm Yang Hyangki, my family owns this place. Would you like a menu, or would you like to order something from the counter?” Hyangki gestures to the goods that sit on shelves behind glass to her right.

“We'll both have coffee with sweetener and cream.” Heeyeong says. “The cinnamon buns look good. Do you want one, Y/N?”

“Yes, I'll have one, too.”

“So, two cinnamon buns, and two coffees with sweetener and cream. Will that be all?”

“Yes, that's all.”

“Alright. Please take a seat, and we'll bring you your orders, soon.” Heeyeong and I take a seat at a table for four by the windows to the left in the back. We check our phones and talk about what stores we should visit to get some clothes, and whether we should visit Costco today or tomorrow. We decided to hit Costco tomorrow, and shop for clothes today.

Hyangki comes to our table after a little while with our drinks and treats, and we thank her as she tells us to enjoy. The cinnamon buns weren't heavy on cinnamon or icing. They were fluffy, warm, and just wonderful to eat. We ate them at a slow pace to enjoy the taste. Taking sips of our coffee, which made the buns more enjoyable. We were halfway done eating our treats when a black car pulls up to the sidewalk.

Heeyeong and I both look through the window to observe. Heeyeong says in English, “That looks an awful lot like the kind of car an idol would ride in.”

“Are we gonna be even more lucky, today?” I comment, and we giggle.

“You've been quiet, by the way.” Heeyeong says, directing my attention away from the car. “I thought you would be blushing a little more from doing makeup for a kpop idol.”

I shrug, and look to the table as I frown. “They're talented and nice people, but I didn't feel that special. You know how shy and introverted I am. Besides, it's not my place.”

Heeyeong releases a slow sigh through her nose as we make eye contact. “Y/N, you need to start taking opportunities. Be a little more than honest to your morals. Be brave. Just a little more, that's all.”

My mind begins to swim in rejection as I hear the bell above the door separating the boot room from the cafe ring. “You're saying I should make a move on him? Heeyeong, I can't be brave in a situation like this. I need to stay away.”

“No, I'm not saying you should make a move.” Heeyeong shakes her head. “Just be brave enough to give him a chance, if he happens to like you.”

I lower my shoulders as I exhale, and nod. “OK. I'll give it a try.”

“Hi, Heeyeong, Y/N.” Heeyeong and I look up to see Yongguk, who spoke, and Daehyun. I feel warmth race to my cheeks, again. Shit, they heard all of that, didn't they? “Is everything OK?”

“Um, y-yeah, everything's good.” I answer, nodding a bit as I close my eyes in embarrassment.

“Can we sit here?” Yongguk asks.

“Sure, go ahead.” Heeyeong answers.

“You girls did really good on our makeup, today. Thank you, again.” Heeyeong and I both reply 'you're welcome'.  “Are you going to continue working for TS Entertainment?”

“We're not sure.” Heeyeong says. “We submitted applications to other companies, including ones that manage theatre productions.”

“Well, the musical I'm in is starting in a few weeks.” Daehyun says. “Did you submit an application there?”

“Yes, we did.” I answer. “But, we don't imagine we'll be accepted. We don't have that much experience.”

“But, you have a lot of talent.” Daehyun meets my eyes. “I'd really like it if you were my makeup artist for the show, too.” He gives a small smile, and after a moment, it catches onto my face.

I look away, blushing. “I'd like it, too.”

“I'll recommend you to the costume designer. You'll probably get a call from her, sometime.”

“Ah, that would be really great, thank you, Daehyun.” I hide my face in my hands as I smile. I realize I was kind of embarrassing myself and sniffle, lowering my hands to my lap. “Sorry, I'm way too shy.”

“No no, it's OK.” Daehyun says. “We don't bite.” I catch his eyes again, and smile a bit. He returns the smile, and it's a cute, calming little smile.

“Hey, why didn't you kick us out?” Heeyeong says, directing my attention to her.

“The guards were going to,” Yongguk says. “But we told them we knew you. They're still blocking the door, but that's why.” Hyangki returns to our table with Daehyun's and Yongguk's coffees.

Yongguk ordered an apple fritter, and Daehyun got a raspberry filled pastry. “The cinnamon buns looked good,” Yongguk says, nodding to our half finished deserts. “But, they have too many calories and too much sugar for us. Are they any good?”

“Yes, very.” Heeyeong replies.

“Mm, let me try.” I widen my eyes as Daehyun gently takes my hand that holds the cinnamon bun. He raises it to his mouth, and his lips brush my fingers as he takes a small bite. By this point, my face is flushed red, and as we meet eyes as he pulls away, a smile breaks onto my face. I set down the pastry and cover my nose with my clean hand, and giggle. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“Mean? I was seeing if you liked me.” Daehyun laughs a bit. “You blush and smile really easily, it's cute.”

I feel my head begin to swim from being so hot. “I... I don't know what to say, Daehyun, I...”

“Clean your hand, give me your phone.”

“Hm?”

“Give me your phone, I said.”

“Oh... OK.” I clean my hand with a napkin, then get my phone for Daehyun. He taps a few things, and returns it after a moment. “There, now we can talk more.”

“You gave me your number?” I laugh a little, my face cooling off a bit.

“Well, how else am I going to get to know you when I'm away?” I nod a few times in agreement. Our group of four continues to talk about ourselves and our personal lives for about half an hour. By then, we had finished our drinks and food, and we prepare to leave, putting our shoes back on.

“So, you two are walking?” Yongguk says, once we had reached the car.

“Yeah, our apartment isn't far from here.” Heeyeong says.

“Then, I guess we'll see you around.” Heeyeong and I nod as Yongguk and Daehyun get in the car. A window rolls down, and Daehyun peeks out.

“I hope to see you at the musical, Y/N. Or sooner, if we have time. I'll call you tonight, when I'm home.”

“Oh, OK.” I nod a few times, blush returning to my face a bit.

“Bye, now.”

“Bye.” Heeyeong and I reply, smiling and waving to Yongguk and Daehyung who smile and wave back as the car puls away. Once we got home, I flop onto the couch.

Heeyeong sits beside me. “Well, aren't you a lucky girl?” We giggle.

“I guess I'll stay.”

-End-

[cutiecrates]

Cutie Reviews: Kawaii Box March 19

Whenever I review a box and really like it, I always have high hopes for the next box. So now it’s time to find out if I liked it too :D

Word of the month: Sakura - Cherry Blossoms

Sakura Stickers

Our first item is this set of really cute puppy and sakura themed stickers by Mind Wave. Something I find interesting about this set is that all the stickers have a light texture through them, and against the plain backdrop, they have a slight raise giving them a very slight 3D effect. Many of the pieces also have a shiny gold accent, which I tried to catch in the picture.

If you like sakura/flowery/or just cutesy stickers, Blippo.com has tons of sheets. This specific sheet is $1.54.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

These stickers are very cute~ I love how colorful they are, and how there are petals to go with the flowers; although I wish they had made them as colorful to match. They definitely give me a spring vibe- I almost feel like I have to wait to use them now.

Sakura Neko Notebook

Our next item is this really pretty looking notebook, featuring a flowery kitty in soft pastels. This notebook is by Tree in Art Interiors and features a unique string binding.

There is a variety of styles this notebook comes in but as far as I know they all have blank pages. Each one is currently on sale for $4.83.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

As pretty as this is, I had a concern over how “tight“ the binding would be, by that I mean how stiff the notebook would be from it and if it would make the one side difficult to write on. It is a little bendy, but you shouldn’t try to test your luck by bending it to the point of ripping. You can shift the notebook a little, making it easier to write on the problematic side though.

By general preference, I try to avoid notebooks that have the glue binding because they are like this one. Not impossible, but they kind of get annoying to me. However, I don’t entirely hate this one, the paper is really smooth to write on. I do have some concerns the string binding could weaken over time or snag something though...

Neko Wooden Clips

For $2.73 on Blippo, we have this cute set of neko wooden clips. There is 10 in total with 5 designs. These are small clips purrfect for decorating a wall, or even if you just wanted to add a cutesy little touch to something else.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥  

The quality appears... handmade? I want to say. Like, each design has small differences if you compare two of the same. Some of the clips want to shift when using them, one of them is a bit gnarled (the kitty with the red yarn), and I noticed a tiny amount of glue on the side of one. I’m not sure if these were handmade or if its a quality issue from the factory, but I kind of like that detail. They are sturdy, and the set even includes some woven string, which I thought was a nice touch.

When I was little I loved to paint the larger variant of these at my grandmas, because of her large clothes line outside she had a whole bucket of them!

Cute Animals Pill Box & Aiko Card Purse

Next up we have these two adorable, handy-dandy, practical pink items! First is a little pill box that features 3 sections for storage, two small and one big, and a silver ballpoint chain to hang it from various things. Besides medicine or vitamins, this could also be used for other small items, like jewelry, small erasers, change/money, etc.

They have a big colorful and various shaped collection of these on Blippo. This specific one is currently $2.24.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I use things like medication and vitamins, so this would come in handy for me if I didn’t want to bring the pill bottles or packaging wherever I went. I think it’s very adorable, and it seems pretty sturdy.

There is one very tiny issue bugging me though, you can’t see it in the picture, but I noticed the handle of the umbrella doesn’t connect to the umbrella... I’m thinking it’s a tiny oversight, but if tiny details like that bug you....

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We also have this exclusive Kawaii Box card purse featuring the brands mascot Aiko. It has a chain to connect it to things, but you could also put it in your pocket or just carry it. Besides having a zippered pocket it also has a slot for an ID card on the back. It’s $3.43 on Blippo right now.

Besides cards, I’m sure you could also use it for things like money

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

For being an exclusive item the quality is very good. I only found one tiny issue, this being the card slot being scratched up. I’m not sure how it happened because I kept it in the box this entire time- but it’s not a huge deal or anything, and it isn’t a hindrance.

Pastel Heart Pen & Lipstick Eraser

To go with our cute pastel notebook, we have some cute pastel stationery tools :3 First up is the Pastel Heart Pen, featuring a light pastel tube that has magic written on the side and a fancy metallic clip with a glittery winged heart on it. The cap can also be placed on the pen butt to keep it from vanishing.

There is 4 lovely pastel colors available, each is $2.03.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

It’s a typical fine-tipped pen essentially. It writes very well, it also looks cute and there is minimal smudging. I noticed that it didn’t seem to bother the notebook pages (except for a few tiny dots, residue maybe?) and I had to rub my finger over it to get anything.

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To go with the pen, we also get a really cute eraser shaped like a lipstick :D These must be kind of popular lately because I keep seeing them nowadays. On Blippo there is a few different sets, each with multiples to collect or choose from. This specific set is currently $2.03 on Blippo and includes 4 colors in 2 different themed designs. There is pink or peach ribbons, and blue or turquoise sail boats. 

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I think it’s very cute and fun to look at, but in saying this... I don’t think I’ll get very much use out of it. I know it’s a waste, but I loved collecting erasers when I was younger, and the ones I really liked I hated to “ruin“ by using them (the others I ruined, punctured, tore apart, chewed on, etc).

But to be fair I did try to use a very small section of it to see how it worked. It did pretty well, but the eraser is a little wobbly, so you kind of need to be gentle with it or else you might make a mess or tear something.

Neko Dango Sakura Plushie

Of course to go with Sakura season we need an equally adorable sakura plush! Whenever people go cherry blossom viewing, dango is a popular snack item to make or purchase and enjoy while out. So this kitty was made to represent the hanami dango, featuring 2 of its 3 colors (the 3rd is green if you were curious).

There is 4 kitties available, each with slight differences in coloring style and sakura flowers. They’re also made with plush and small beans. Each costs $3.43.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

This is a perfect little cuddly representation for the season, and they feel very soft~ The stitched detail is perfect, and it sits well because of the beans in the bottom. It’s also fun to squish and squeeze.

Puchitto Fruit Grape Candy

The Puchitto Candy series is fairly popular and a long-time running series by Kracie. They all feature a pull apart fluffy gummy-type texture and a variety of fruity flavors and fun shapes. Besides just fruits, they also have stars, peach aliens, etc.

For this entire pack its 93 calores, and on Blippo its available for $2.00. Blippo gets these in on occasion, but right now they only have the grape ones in. But these are one of those “common Japanese candies“ you can find on a lot of websites. 

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

Besides being fun to play with, they have a lovely texture for anyone who doesn’t like harder, rubbery gummies. The flavor seems common grape gummy to me, but not grape medicine, and it’s not too harsh on the taste buds. But I’m not sure you would like these if you dislike grape flavors.

DIY Jewelry Magic Wand

The inner magical girl fangirl in me freaked out seeing this for the first time! Not only that but look at those gorgeous beads; they’re translucent, like gems! The piece also includes some translucent, wire-like string to use if you want.

There is 4 colored variants of this piece, but only the case and images on the packaging is different as far as I know. Each one costs $3.43 right now on Blippo.

This is only an example of what I’m making. Initially I had planned on a bracelet, but I thought it might be more fun to go for a whole necklace since I usually just make bracelets with these. Young or old, I like kits like this because they kind of force you to sit down and relax. You don’t have to think while you put them together, your brain just sort of goes on auto pilot.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Given how stressed out I’ve been this past week, this was a much needed break from all the drama surrounding us moving. I love the beads, and the clear string is nice- but that’s where I had a little concern. It’s pretty flimsy and bendy, unless you pull it tight, so I’m kind of concerned that once its tied it might end up looking cheap rather than cute. But I’m hoping that with more beads on it, the less messy it’ll look.

Also, just a side-note but I think the packaging is kind of click-baity. By that I mean it has images on it of beads not even in this set...

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - ♥ ♥ ♥ As usual, I had very tiny little detail complaints, but in general I did like the items. I loved a few of them, but I didn’t hate anything.

Price - ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Everything comes to $27.69, which is about a dollar more than last months box. But keep in mind a handful of items were on sale, so this probably would have been closer to 30-something originally.

Theme - ♥ ♥ Only 3 really items fit the cherry blossom theme, but there was a couple of items that could fit the pink theme color often associated with it (if you got the color that is). I think in comparison to the previous one, this one dropped the ball a bit...  

Total Rank: 6 out of 10 Cuties. Items and price wise the box did good, but I had higher expectations for the theme given how well they did last month and I feel like that played a part on why this one felt a bit lackluster to me. They could have done a lot more with the theme and I wish I did because this one pretty much felt like a normal box. In fact, I had a really hard time figuring out which items I liked more than the others because it felt so... the same to me. I wish they would start coming out with some more unique items, rather than the same old stickers, stationery (not that I don’t love the pens), notepads/notebooks....

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Puchitto Grape Candy - As delicious as this was, I’m a little disappointed that this ended up being my favorite item. Food/snacks shouldn’t be when you get a box like this, but...

2. DIY Jewelry Magic Wand - It’s so cute and I love looking at the pretty gem-like beads~

3. Pastel Heart Pen - It’s fairly simple but sometimes there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m just happy it can clip onto things, and the cap fits on the bottom.

4. Pill Box - It’s so cute, and pink! I definitely think I can use this, it’d definitely come in handy when we move and pack up everything.

5. Sakura Neko Notebook - While I am a little iffy about the style, I love how pretty the cover looks.

6. Neko Wooden Clips - I like their homemade quality and general cuteness. I’d really like to use these, but I don’t take very many pictures so I’ll have to think of something to do with them...

7. Sakura Stickers - Very cute and pretty. I love the gentle colors and slight 3D look. 

8. Neko Plushie - It’s small but it’s still huggable and cuddly~

9. Card Purse - Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s very cute. It has a summery feel to me so now would be a good time to use it, but I have so many of these (and so little change, and cards honestly) that getting out of the house to use it isn’t a priority right now. 

10. Lipstick Eraser - As much as I love how it looks, I put this here because I know I won’t use it. It’s to cute for me to want to use.