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bethestaryouareradio · 1 year ago

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Fall Flying: For the Birds

“This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and animals.” Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

This past year I downloaded a phenomenal app designed by Cornell Lab of Ornithology called Merlin. It is a sound identification app whereby I record the bird song, the app analyzes it and indicates what species is singing. The sounds can be saved, photos can be taken, and my knowledge of the avian world increases. Birds have always fascinated me.

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My grandmother was a birder and an animal handler. In addition to her dogs, horses, and barnyard critters, she had aviaries where she bred canaries, cockatiels, and raised parrots. As a child, I spent copious amounts of time with her taking care of her feathered and furred friends. When my husband and I purchased our first home, my grandfather built me an aviary and gifted me a pair of cockatiels. That aviary has traveled with me to three different homes and the male cockatiel is still the senior resident. Throughout the years, I’ve adopted a plethora of injured birds or those in need of a new home including pheasants, canaries, doves, finches, quail, pigeons, and parakeets. I love my birds.

Wild birds are my garden helpers and I enjoy watching their aerial antics, listening to their chatter, and observing their feeding frenzies. My landscape is a haven for orioles, finches, waxwings, bluebirds, warblers, sparrows, mockingbirds, bluejays, doves, hummingbirds, and a host of other species that I am just learning. Owls hoot from the trees at night, and the sky boasts hawks gliding on the currents. I plant my garden so that it provides food, shelter, water, and refreshing baths for the birds.

Fall is the flying season. Millions of birds are migrating. It’s perilous. Many make thousand-mile journeys twice a year: spring and autumn. They migrate because of the change in weather, availability of food, and breeding cycles. In North America, many birds migrate south to find a warmer climate, flying to Mexico, Central America, and the Caribbean. Warblers, orioles, and hummingbirds may migrate as far as South America.

Some birds migrate short distances, traveling from forests to wetlands, or the coast to your backyard! Whether flying long or short distances, birds need to stop, rest, and eat. And this is where gardeners can help keep them healthy and safe in their migration journey.

Food: Migratory birds rely on flowering plants, shrubs, and trees that produce seeds, berries, nectar, and insects. Birds pecking at your lawn are not eating it. They are dining on insects that could be harmful to your lawn. The birds are your friends indicating that your lawn has an invader. Does your garden provide this nutrition?

Water: Ponds, bird baths, fountains, and other water features offer a cool thirst-quencher and refreshing bath for migrating birds. Does your garden entice birds to stop by for a drink?

Shelter: Trees and bushes offer protection from predators and a place to rest. Does your garden provide a safe environment for avian visitors?

To attract and support our flying friends this fall, walk around your garden to ascertain if you are providing the elements they need. Plant native vegetation, keep your bird feeders full, and allow seedheads to develop on some perennials. Provide a clean and accessible water source such as a gurgling fountain or a pond with a recirculating water feature

By creating a bird-friendly landscape, you’ll not only be contributing to bird conservation, but you will enjoy their efforts to help your garden grow and glow. Love the earth, the sun, and the animals.

Cynthia Brian’s Gardening Guide for October

APPLY snail bait around plants susceptible to snail and slug damage.

TREAT for aphids as needed.

MAKE homemade fungal spray to ward off powdery mildew which weakens and can kill plants. Mix four teaspoons of baking soda with one teaspoon of dishwashing liquid per gallon of water. Spray the entire plant, not just the leaves. Crape myrtles and viburnum are susceptible. This spray works well for black spot which afflicts roses.

COLLECT seeds from sunflowers to feed the birds as well as save to plant next season.

MONITOR the water needs of your plants as you wave goodbye to the summer sun.

FERTILIZE trees, shrubs, and ground covers as the weather cools.

BEAUTIFY your porch with pots of Calibrachoa, known as seaside petunia, or Butterfly Stonecrop, in full bloom now

.PICK your remaining peppers, tomatoes, tomatillos, and eggplant as needed. According to the USDA, there are over 25,000 varieties of tomatoes.

CONSIDER adding clover to your lawn. Clover is a legume that takes nitrogen from the air and transfers it to the soil, improving the soil quality. Clover maintains its green color and attracts beneficial insects while requiring less water and mowing.

STAND under a tree canopy to listen to the birdsong.

REFRIGERATE tulips, hyacinths, and crocus for four weeks before planting. Select your bulbs now.

DETER skunks, rats, and other rodents from your property. As the weather turns inclement, they will be looking for shelter.

MAKE applesauce or apple butter with the apples that fall from your trees. This year boasts a big crop of apples. You don’t need to peel the apples. Wash, slice away any brown spots, cut into chunks, and add to a pot filled with a small amount of boiling water. Squeeze fresh lemon juice on the apples. Sprinkle cinnamon and nutmeg for a delicious, healthy treat.

REPLACE your lawn with a gorgeous succulent sanctuary.

PREPARE for fires and emergency evacuations. Have a Go-Bag ready.

MAINTAIN your bird feeders as an invitation to refuel in your backyard. Hang feeders in trees, away from the house to deter rodents from establishing residence in your home

Happy Gardening. Happy Growing. Happy Fall Flying!

For more gardening advice for all seasons, check out Growing with the Goddess Gardenerat https://www.CynthiaBrian.com/books. Raised in the vineyards of Napa County, Cynthia Brian is a New York Times best-selling author, actor, radio personality, speaker, media and writing coach as well as the Founder and Executive Director of Be the Star You Are!® 501 c3. Tune into Cynthia’s StarStyle® Radio Broadcast at www.StarStyleRadio.com. Her newest children’s picture book, Family Forever, from the series, Stella Bella’s Barnyard Adventures is available now at https://www.CynthiaBrian.com/online-store. Hire Cynthia for writing projects, garden consults, and inspirational lectures.

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gogwyllgi · 1 year ago

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So, let me tell you a story about how I got into STAR WARS Jedi: Fallen Order.

A concert-going friend of mine was excited that Five Finger Death Punch was coming to town, so we bought tickets to the show. Touring with them was Fire from the Gods (who?), Megadeth (ugh), and The HU. I'm honestly ambivalent about FFDP, so I was mostly excited to go to see what The HU was all about.

As soon as they started, I was transfixed.

I mean, seriously, their hair game was on point and they seemed like they'd be absolutely fantastic guys to hang out with, but their music was also something that I hadn't come across before, particularly in person.

As soon as I got home, I queued up playlists on Spotify and bopped along, not paying much attention to the songs themselves but instead absorbing the general vibe. Eventually, of course, I began to develop favorites, one of which was Sugaan Essena.

Now, I'm not a huge Star Wars fan. I saw the original trilogy (it's kind of unavoidable), watched Episode I, and went through a phase wherein I devoured the Jedi Apprentice series of books. (I had a crush on Qui-Gon Jinn. Shut up.) Every now and then I would sit down and try to watch the series from start to finish, but I could never make it through Episode II, so I'd get disgusted and abandon the whole thing until the urge struck again. I'd been peripherally aware of other Star Wars games but largely ignored them.

"Well," I said to myself, "it's kind of neat that this awesome, unique band contributed to this game soundtrack, so I think I'll give it a try."

So I bought Jedi: Fallen Order.

I spent the next couple of weeks screaming about vertigo while hunting for collectibles and cursing the lack of fast travel and the proliferation of slides. (Fuck you, Origin Tree.) I also spent the next couple of weeks adoring Cal and BD-1 and Greez and, eventually, Merrin. (Sorry, Cere. You're an interesting, well-drawn character, but I never warmed to you. Not sure why. It's not you, it's me.)

Mind, this was all just after Jedi: Survivor had launched, so I was a bit behind the curve.

By the time I'd finished Fallen Order and started a New Journey+ to polish off trophies, it wasn't enough. I'd intended to sit on it a while and hope for a sale, but... well... I'm weak, and soon I was downloading Survivor. Three days later (My internet is powered by squirrels in wheels and it sucks.) I finally got started on it and was immediately sucked back in.

I believe my first excited remark was something along the lines of "SURVIVOR HAS FAST TRAVEL!!!!!!!!!!"

Seriously, never underestimate my lack of desire to walk anywhere. Or swing. Or slide. Or glide on some poor, unsuspecting cat bat. Fast travel FTW, baby!

Anyway, it went downhill from there, because I am a sucker for found families.

Long story short (too late!), I now can't listen to Sugaan Essena--or The HU in general--without smiling, because I can always picture Cal as soon as the song starts and it makes me want to go back to polish off those trophies as quickly as possible so I can start my New Journey+.

Even if it does mean running parkour force tears.

(Incidentally, if The HU are ever touring in your area, I definitely recommend making it a point to go! I get to see them again in October and I'm stupid excited, even if I couldn't swing the interaction experience and reserved balcony seating. Sorry, m'dudes, but I'm too old for general admission to be appealing. Guess I'll have to learn how to play traditional Mongolian instruments some other time.)

#star wars #jedi: fallen order #fallen order #the hu #i'm feeling a bit rambly today #if you couldn't tell #but i have so many feels about these games now #so. many. feels.#incidentally my favorite song by the hu is actually 'triangle'#it sounds so happy #Spotify

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everlasting-elegy · 3 years ago

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Swapped! AU (Barbatos, Diavolo)

What would the demons be like in a world where they are players of Obey Me! and you’re their favourite character? Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.1k

Barbatos

Of course the all-knowledgeable demon would have heard of Obey Me! in passing during his time travels, but he only knew of its name, he had more pressing matters to attend to

It was only when he noticed how much time Diavolo was wasting on the game that he realised just how prevalent the game was going to be in this timeline but more importantly, how prevalent the game was going to be to him

As he supervised Diavolo playing the game, carefully making sure the game didn’t affect Diavolo’s judgement or that he was getting too addicted, Barbatos found himself getting intrigued by the game, in particular you, a character who drove the plot forward

Barbatos has downloaded the game on his D.D.D. but his poor soul doesn’t even have the time to log in daily. Instead, he drops in a few lies as he supervises Diavolo playing the game so that he can see you more

“Young Master, I recommend you use a card of (Y/N) for that battle if you want to be most efficient. Yes, I’m aware I said that the last battle and the battle before that. I merely have your best interests in mind.”

But Barbatos isn’t as sleek as he thinks, Diavolo sets you as his home screen and spends money to get your cards all for his butler’s sake. Diavolo even purchased a figurine of you to give to Barbatos, he never felt so embarrassed but he couldn’t deny a gift from the Demon Prince

He doesn’t have the time to read through dialogue or fanfictions so he opts for quickly scrolling through fanart of you when he’s stressed or frustrated. Your reassuring smile is all he needs to give him that extra burst of motivation

Barbatos also enjoys listening to fan made playlists about you as he does menial tasks around the castle. Playlists like “in a forbidden love with (Y/N)” and “dancing with (Y/N) in a forgotten ballroom” are his go to. He also enjoys consuming Drama CDs that feature you and your character songs, he loves hearing your voice and allows him to keep up with the stories and lore

Despite how little he plays the game, Barbatos has all of your routines memorised for the game. He knows exactly what to do in Surprise Guest events to make you happy as well as the dialogue that you’d prefer as well as all your interests and likes. What sort of butler would he be if he couldn’t even keep you happy?

Barbatos’ favourite card of you is one where you are similarly dressed as a butler, holding a knowing smile with your hand to your chest, signalling subservience. The thought of you offering your services to him, or just working alongside him to lighten his workload leaves him feeling elated for the rest of the day

Barbatos waved goodbye as Simeon picked Luke up from the castle after another lesson of baking. His movements were controlled yet gentle, efficient yet relaxed, as though he had all the time in the world to bid them a good day. With one arm, he hauled the door with a single motion, slowing down until it closed with a soft click.

And then he high-tailed it out of there.

Typically Barbatos mastered moving smoothly and silently along the tiles but now his hurried steps resonated against the walls. It was interrupting his thinking but he couldn’t slow down. Fortunately Simeon arrived just under three minutes earlier to pick up Luke than usual. His next errand could be completed fully with two minutes left to spare and if he maintains this speed to his room he would have bought himself an additional twenty seconds.

Back in his room, he pulled out his D.D.D. Ensuring his volume was down, tapping at what he needed until he heard (Y/N)’s familiar voice on the screen. Yes, his connection was fast too, everything was going according to the plan he established in his mind. At this rate he’ll be able to play three parts of the event story while being able to listen to all of (Y/N)’s voice lines as well as roughly nine dance battles where he’ll hopefully be greeted by (Y/N) in at least a third of them as a surprise guest.

One minute down, he was making good time. Halfway through a cutscene, the reflexes he honed over millennias were put to good use as he expertly tapped precisely when (Y/N) had finished speaking and skipping all the other characters. He needed to prioritise. Two minutes in, slowly turned to three. At this rate he may even be able to try and pull for (Y/N)’s exclusive UR+ card.

But then he heard it. The faint rumble that Barbatos could feel under his shoes as the earth shook. Then another. Gradually getting louder and louder as Diavolo was approaching his room, despite not being expected in at least a minute and a half. Barbatos’ tapping became urgent, surely he could at least finish the battle before Diavolo inevitably walked in without knocking. Should the young master realise this is what Barbatos has been doing in his spare time he wasn’t going to let this go, but the urge to at least play the game until completion was overwhelming, he’d only have a couple more seconds at most-

As the door swung open, Diavolo was greeted with Barbatos standing poised at the centre of his room, arms behind his back in his typical fashion.

“Ah, Barbatos,” Diavolo nodded. “These papers urgently need to be sent to a demon who is currently at the Mausoleum.”

“I’ll see to it immediately,” Barbatos dipped his head to accept the job, simultaneously reaching a hand forward to accept the papers. But when Diavolo didn’t just place the papers in his hand like usual, he looked up only to freeze.

He forgot to put his phone away. Instead it lay flat in his palm with Obey Me still on it’s interface.

“Young master,” Barbatos stammered. “I-”

“Actually… I think I’ll take care of this for once,” Diavolo pulled his hand back before Barbatos could take the papers.

“Lord Diavolo-”

“Enjoy the game, Barbatos! Although I do hope you don't neglect your duties for this,” Diavolo teased as he left Barbatos' room with a hearty laugh.

Diavolo

Caught wind of Obey Me! when Lucifer was absentmindedly complaining about his brothers who got addicted to said game. Diavolo’s eyes instantly lit up. So this is what the youths are up to these days!

The instant he had free time, Diavolo was downloading the game, hoping he’ll now be able to join in conversation should he ever run into the demon brothers again. But as he keeps playing, he finds that he doesn’t care if the topic of the game never arises in conversation, he just wants to see his favourite character, you

His boomer brain makes him susceptible to getting addicted to technology. He never realised just how much time he spent idly tapping at the game until Barbatos returned from an errand, asking if Diavolo finished the pile of paperwork only to realise said pile hadn’t been touched

Now he is constantly supervised by Barbatos, the only times he can play Obey Me! being when he’s on break or just before he goes to sleep. If Barbatos walked past the young master’s quarters in the middle of the night, he’d likely see the dim light of Diavolo’s phone from under the door

Of course he’s whaled on all your cards, outfits in game and merchandise. If an event features you, he is undoubtedly ranked in the first thousand of players. For a Demon Prince, even ‘whaling’ is a mere blip on his spending. The purchases are anonymous and untraceable to him though, as per Barbatos’ recommendation

Diavolo struggles with your Surprise Guest events, his hands are just too big, he ends up fumbling and does something you disapprove of. But it’s no problem, he can just whale on your favourite foods and items as well

Naturally his favourite card of you is the rarest and most extravagant one around. You are lined with gold and silver with far too many jewels to count. Some would argue that the card is gaudy or distracting but to Diavolo it only makes sense that a character as deserving as you would be surrounded with such wealth and glamour

Has a life-sized (possibly even larger) statue of you posing dramatically on a podium erected in his throne room. No aristocrat questions it when they see it, presuming it’s some obscure hero from one of the three realms but no it’s just Diavolo being a simp

He does enjoy reading fanfictions with you just before he heads off to sleep. Primarily the fluff and crack ones where you’re caught up in or up to your usual antics, usually having cameos of other characters. It feels like he’s part of the fun and allows him to have a pleasant night’s sleep

Perhaps it’s childish but Diavolo genuinely looks up to you, it’s clear you have an admirable personality due to your decisions in the game. If there’s ever a tough decision to make, he’d sometimes try and adopt your mindset, figuring out what you’d do in the same scenario

It wasn’t everyday Diavolo could find a plausible reason to have the demon brothers over at his castle for dinner. As chaotic as it could be, he always preferred it over the deafening silence when it’s just him and his butler. He sat attentively at the head of the table in the dining room as he overheard the brothers.

“WHOA!” Leviathan was tapping at his D.D.D. “It’s about time they had another event featuring a new UR+ card with (Y/N), it’s been months!”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, sending an apologetic glance to Diavolo who only laughed jovially. Barbatos entered the room to pour them all drinks.

“I knew it was going to happen,” Leviathan ranted. “This human who’s really big in the Obey Me community went on and on about how there needed to be a new (Y/N) event. But it was kind of weird because I’m pretty sure they weren’t even that big on (Y/N)... whatever, I’m not complaining!”

“I do apologise,” Lucifer cleared his throat as he regarded his brothers. “Don’t you have something better to babble on about?”

“No, this is quite entertaining to listen to,” Diavolo urged the brothers to continue, his chest swelling with a pride that rivalled even the eldest. Lucifer raised his eyebrows but sighed in resignation, letting them continue.

“Actually, I heard about this on Devilgram!” Asmodeus exclaimed, hurriedly getting on his D.D.D to find said post. “This popular witch was saying how she was given this request by an Obey Me fan to hex an influencer to complain about the lack of (Y/N) content so that the developers would listen. She went to Devilgram to talk about it because it was the weirdest request and not only that but it was entirely anonymous! Completely untraceable. How weird and dramatic~”

Barbatos stopped pouring Diavolo’s cup at Asmodeus’ explanation.

“Oh yes, I heard about this as well,” Satan piped up. “Apparently it’s gone down as one of the most expensive witch hirings in Devildom history. Apparently enough to cover the witch’s living expenses for an entire year.”

“Was it now?” Barbatos asked, his voice strained. His head turned to his master with a painfully forced smile. Diavolo could only shrug and laugh. Disposable income was just that, and what better way to use it than to promote the one he loved?

“This all sounds very amusing,” Diavolo chuckled. “I presume this results in a positive outcome, though? I’m sure these Obey Me fans will be very happy to hear this character is getting some attention.”

Barbatos’ eye twitched at Diavolo feigning ignorance of the subject matter.

“Oh I’m very happy!” Levi cheered. “To whatever madman made that purchase, I don’t know who you are but thank you!”

“Young master,” Barbatos stood by Diavolo’s side, voice hush. “After dinner I think we need to discuss these recent purchases of yours.”

“I don’t think anything needs to be discussed,” Diavolo said dismissively as he took a sip of his tea. “A leader will do whatever they can to make their people happy. Don’t you see how happy Leviathan is?”

Barbatos could only sigh as he left to get food, leaving Lucifer who overheard the exchange to gawk at Diavolo in disbelief.

Swapped AU General Headcanons: (Leviathan, Mammon) (Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan) (Asmodeus, Belphegor)

Obey Me! Masterlist

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #barbatos fluff #diavolo fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me swapped au #everelegy-writes #everelegy-obey-me

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leexsa · 2 years ago

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i downloaded iOS 16 and macOS ventura on my phone and macbook respectively, so im here to share about some of the cool stuff!

ios:

the lockscreen is POGGERS, but i still have no idea how to put people in front of the font and stuff. i'll probably figure that out later, but i'm happy with this rn. the font options go from nice and aesthetic to slightly deranged, with weird numbers and all. the widgets were a good idea.

music player!!

the music player has two modes. one more compressed and compact:

and one more bigger zoomed-in version of the album art!

this is a really nice touch for people who are into album art and like seeing them, and the compact method works with those who want to be a little more private about what theyre listening to. theres also a little equaliser on the top right of the progress bar right next to the song title, which i think is pretty neat!

other stuffystuff:

overall, the animations seem a lot more natural, and i really like that. it makes me feel more comfortable using my phone, and it feels as if it's brand new. this just shows how much software affects the experience, and apple outdid themselves this time. although, there are a few slight animation errors that i've already informed them about, so hopefully they do something soon.

the scrolling on the home page is almost the same as iOS15, but instead the dots at the bottom have a search function when the phone is still. i think for small handed people like me would be okay to use it, but i'm not really sure this function is needed since all we can do is just swipe down for spotlight.

but when we DO swipe down, there's a new animation that makes the search button at the bottom of the screen come up to be the search bar itself. pretty cool ngl

the fixed app row at the bottom of the homescreen seems even closer to the edge, either that or my eyes are failing me. there's no battery percentage yet, but hopefully the actually update has it :')

the hold picture thing isn't working for me as for now, but that's maybe bc i'm on an older phone. can beta testers who use newer phones tell me if it works on yours?

the fitness app was a good thing i feel. im always super unmotivated to exercise, so i think seeing the rings themselves can help me force myself to exercise everyday :D

that's all for iOS! onto macOS!

ok first things first, ventura is BIG. like big BIG update. 12gb???? my computer was having a difficult time to download everything, but i eventually got it downloaded. and the biggest thing in this update:

stage manager!

(dont mind the ayato wallpaper thanks 💀)

stage manager actually boosted my productivity in class, a LOT. my moots know that we use our computers a lot in class, and stage manager helped me not only focus, but do my work more efficiently. i used to be a very everything-full-screen person. i would put all of my windows in full screen mode and travelling between them was a little bit torturous. but stage manager somewhat found a middleground for people who love full screen and minimised windows. they made it so that your current window was big enough to feel like it's full screen, but you still have the stage manager at the side for you to switch your windows whenever you want to.

however, it was a little difficult to navigate at first. i kept opening windows that i wasnt supposed to and i had no idea how to group tabs and separate them. hopefully the feedback i gave to apple will allow them to give more direct instructions on how to use the stage manager.

oh. that's pretty much everything. well for me at least, most of the update was an aesthetic upgrade, but self performance could also be boosted! i'm not sure about other features, but these few are the ones that really stuck with me!

#mac #ios #iOS #iOS 16 #macOS ventura #macOS #mac tips #iphone tips #stage manager #homescreen #lockscreen #leexsa's opinions

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Begin Again (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Inspo: Begin Again by Adam Melchor

Summary: Dating apps never pair you with the right people. Until you come across the profile of a handsome, pancake loving FBI agent named Marcus.

W/C: 4.8k

Warnings: lots of talk of food, language, late night deep conversations, some sadness at the end but nothing intense? reader has a pet cat, is that worth a warning? idk

A/N: HI GUYS this is my first full length Marcus Pike fic! I really hope you like it!! thank you so much to @theteddylupinexperience and @sanchosammy for being my best editors and proofreaders and idea givers!!!

note: PLS listen to the song before/after/while reading! it’s one of my favs and it really goes along with the story

Over the course of your adult years, you’ve become convinced that dating apps are complete and utter bullshit. The algorithms never work right, never pair you or any of your friends with anyone worth seeing in person. Maybe that’s just the problem; maybe it’s not the apps but the people. Whatever the answer is, whatever reason you’ve never found success in the endless swiping, you’re through with it.

That was before last week. The rainy Tuesday night left you in your apartment, alone, to succumb to the cold spring dreariness. Over a cup of hot tea, you’d downloaded the app again. Might as well try, right? You have nothing to lose. If worst comes to worst, catfishing an annoying guy is always a blast. The good news is that this app requires you as the woman to make the first move. That’s kind of a downside- you never know how to start conversations- but at least you can’t get unsolicited dick pics right off the bats. Life is full of tradeoffs, you suppose.

You begin again. The app becomes your favorite pastime. Bored at work or home? Dating app it is. Left. Left. Left. Boring man after boring man. One labeled himself super-straight: absolutely fucking not. One holding a fish: nope. A man who describes himself as a gym rat: not your type. It’s a boring way to spend your lunch break, you’re aware, but the entertainment value is fun if nothing else. There are a lot of strange men out there.

After a few days, your luck seems to turn around as the photo of a man with brown hair and warm brown eyes pops up on your screen. He has a scruffy beard and wavy hair, and the way his smile tugs at the corner of his lips makes your heart flutter. He’s really cute, you have to admit. You read the bio next.

Marcus, 35

❗️ Washington, D.C.

Got forced into making this, but optimistic. Lover of art, dogs, and time to relax. Always down for breakfast for dinner and cuddling. Looking for someone with a sense of independence, love of travel, and a sleep schedule equally fucked up as mine. Must love pancakes.

Must love pancakes. That’s absolutely adorable. You immediately think of your cat, named Pancake, and you laugh and swipe right, hoping the man already thought the same of you. Your eyes widen with excitement and you almost laugh out loud from your giddy state when you see the little logo indicating it’s a match.

The first message you send him has to be perfect. You ponder your options for a minute, frowning and furrowing your brow as you think. You don’t want to come on too strong; you’re not trying to sound like you want a hookup. A simple one-word greeting wouldn’t be enough.

You could comment on something from his bio, you realize as you read it again and again. Maybe ask him about his dog? No, that’s too awkward. You want it to be about him, something that can draw him in. Talk about traveling? No, you don’t want to sound like you’re bragging about the places you’ve gone in your life.

Pancakes. Pancakes are good. You love pancakes. You think for a second more, debating what to say, before inspiration strikes and you send off the message before you can stop yourself.

Marcus Pike has essentially felt the same as you. He’s a somewhat charming man. He’s had his fair share of relationships, but they never quite work out. His ex-wife, now long gone and blocked from his phone, was an absolute failure of a relationship. He’d gotten close to what felt like true love with Teresa, another FBI agent, but she flaked at the last second.

Maybe the constant here was that he met them in person. When Marcus falls, he falls hard and fast, down an endless spiral of emotions with no escape. Maybe if he met someone online, it would be different. His best friends had all encouraged it, and on a night out not long after Teresa left him, Pike set up his own profile. He liked that the app didn’t require him to make the first move. It’s refreshing.

Marcus had seen your profile hours ago, on a mindless phone break from his work. He’d swiped right too, stunned by your smile and the lovelines you radiated even through the phone. He crossed his fingers for a good part of the day, hoping you’d swipe right on him too.

His day is busy, leaving him no time to fiddle with his phone and distract himself. He eats in the cafeteria, checking up on his phone. After lunch, he’s walking back to his office when his heart flutters as he sees the dating app indicates he’s had a match. He looks at it and swallows hard before stopping, moving to the side of the hallway to allow others to pass. He’s breathing hard, and his heart speeds up when he sees that you are the one that matched with him.

He knows how this app works. He has to wait now, to let you make the first move. He can’t even write a message until you send one. So he pockets his phone again and continues on his walk.

He’s determined on his walk, rushing back to his desk so he can sit and be thoroughly enthralled in waiting for or receiving your response. His phone buzzes several times with notifications, one of which he prays is you. When he finally sits, he opens the app ceremoniously and has to hold back a genuine laugh when he sees your first message.

Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus shoots back a text nearly immediately. Sorry, what?

Your bio. “Must love pancakes”. Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus is absolutely beaming as he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs. Blueberry. Always. I hope that’s the right answer :)

Unfortunately, it’s not, but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide

You called him cute. It makes Marcus’s heart flutter. Come on. There’s nothing like the warm blueberry popping in your mouth.

There is. It’s when the chocolate chips are all melty and creamy.

God, Marcus is already painfully into you. You know what… at least you love pancakes. I’ll let it slide. You got a favorite place?

Anywhere I can get ‘em. You seem like quite the connoisseur, do you have one place in mind?

Jane slams down a stack of files on Marcus’s desk. “Paperwork overflow, Pike. Can you get these done tonight?”

Marcus is the fastest in the office with paperwork, which often leads to him being the one that flies through the files in the place of the people who actually filed it. He nods. What else is there to do? “Sure.”

Jane claps him on the shoulder and wanders off. Marcus watches him in slight annoyance. The best place in D.C. is definitely Sandy’s. Hey I gotta go, text ya later?

I’d love that :)

It didn’t take long for your texting to move from the dating app to actual texting. It happened within the same day, in fact.

Marcus messaged you some hours after the initial conversation. Your phone buzzed while you were doing yoga in your apartment, your cat curled into a ball beneath your stomach as you held a downward dog. You nearly collapsed on top of Pancake as you fumbled to sit cross-legged on the end of your yoga mat.

The message from Marcus is bright on the top of your screen. Hi. Sorry that took so long. Work stuff.

Smiling, you take a swig from your water bottle and lean back against your couch. Not a problem. Understandable. What do you do for a living? It’s a loaded question in D.C.; they could range anywhere from politicians to their rich sons to artists and athletes.

I work for the FBI, actually.

Your eyes light up in excitement. That’s the coolest shit I’ve heard. What do you do? Are you an agent?

The man’s responses don’t take long at all. He must be waiting in the chat to respond. The idea makes your heart flutter. Yep, I’m an agent. I work in international art crimes.

You certainly didn’t expect that for an answer. Wow, okay, that’s even cooler than I thought. I was about to call you Agent Pancake but I think my girl would be disheartened...

Snapping a photo of the way Pancake is nuzzling into your side, meowing for snuggles, you have to laugh as you send the photo his way. Funny you love pancakes so much. This little muppet is named Pancake.

Marcus responds with a barrage of heart-eyes emojis, which makes you laugh aloud and scoop Pancake into your lap, stroking her strawberry-blonde fluff. She’s an absolute angel. Like her mother, I’m presuming.

Your cheeks flood with warmth and you can feel the tips of your ears turning hot too. You’ve never even met me, Agent…? You trail off the text, asking for his last name.

Pike.

Agent Marcus Pike. What a nice sounding name. It sounds official and strong and you really like it. Cute last name. Might steal it from ya someday ;)

You don’t normally flirt this shamelessly, but he’s so goddamn cute and funny. You cross your fingers behind your back that this isn’t just a facade, that this is Marcus himself texting like he would to anyone else. You got a phone number?

As you laugh, Pancake paws at your chest to grab your attention, nails nearly digging into the stretchy fabric of your yoga tank top. “Watch it,” you scold her softly and remove her paw from your chest, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the head. Sure do. You want it?

Yes please.

You send your number his way and moments later, your phone pings with a text from an unlabeled number.

Maybe: Pike: hey, it’s Pike :)

You: hey… dammit, I really want to call you Agent Pancakes, but I think my fluffy little heathen would be offended. I don’t know what to save you in my phone as...

Agent Pancakes: Save me as whatever, I suppose. Not my problem, right?

The texts became more frequent. Over the course of three weeks, you’d stay up late talking like teenagers, knowing you need to go to bed but unable to bring yourself to do it.

You learned that his middle name was Mauricio, that his mother wanted him to have at least something a little more Latino in his name. You told him the story of how you’d adopted Pancake as a kitten from a shelter and she woke you up one morning with her claws entwined in a snarl of your hair. He told you about his ex-wife and ex-fiancée, Teresa, and you responded that he deserved something better than that. You can already tell that he’s a good man.

At the end of three weeks, you shot Marcus a text. Things seemed to be going pretty well.

You: Hey, you want to do a video call sometime soon?

Agent Pancakes: I’d love that! I’m free tonight if you are.

You: Always free. Shouldn’t you know that?? Doesn’t the FBI spy on us through our phones and whatever?

Agent Pancakes: well, I do work in art crimes. Even if we did, it would be a totally different thing

You: Good.

An hour later, you fidget with your hands as you sit on your couch, the laptop propped up across from you and ringing for a video chat. Marcus’s profile picture bobs on the screen as you wait for him to pick up.

Marcus’s face and apartment fills your screen, and you automatically grin. “Hi,” you giggle and wave, absolutely enraptured by how cute his real smile is, not the forced one in the photos.

“Hey. Nice to kind of-finally meet you,” he tells you and waves back. The wall of his apartment is nothing exciting, but his facial expressions already have you falling. Those big brown eyes compliment natural but ridiculously pink lips, and his brown hair is neatly done. It looks like he’s wearing a tie and a dress shirt; probably his work gear, you suppose.

“You too!” You tell him, unable to stop smiling. “You shaved.”

Marcus’s heart jumps out of his chest when he sees you ringing him. He barely has time to flop on the couch and turn it on, propping up the camera across from him.

God, you’re so gorgeous. Your giggle is infectious, making Marcus laugh softly at god knows what. Your grin is equally as contagious, making him smile back. He rubs his jaw in response. “Yeah, yeah. I tend to keep it clean there. Stubble takes too much maintenance, and I have this little patch where it never quite grows,” he tells you as he juts his chin to the camera, touching the spot where his beard can’t grow.

“I like it either way,” you assure him, shrugging a little. “How was your day, Agent Pancakes?” Your voice is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, even with the granulated audio over this shitty app. Agent Pancakes makes his heart flutter. “No, not you!” You groan as Pancake climbs onto your lap. “Hi. Your twin wants to say hi.”

Marcus’s smile widens. “Oh my god, hello cutie pie,” he chuckles, launching into baby talk. “What a pretty girl. You make a good Pancake.”

You smile and rub her fur, grinning. “She’s my baby,” you chuckle and set her aside. “Yeah. I’m busy. Leave me alone.” Pancake meows in protest. “Shut up, I’m on a date,” you whine.

Marcus’s ears perk up. “This is a date?”

Your eyes widen as you turn back to him. “I… yeah?” You ask, wincing a little.

He grins back at you. “I like it. And I’m really in love with the idea of seeing your face when you talk.”

“I like your voice,” you flirt back, but you mean it. “It’s so pretty. Do you sing?” You ask mindlessly, studying the way his brow furrows and his eyes convey exactly what he’s thinking.

He chuckles softly. “I used to. I haven’t in a long long time.”

“You’ll have to sing for me sometime.”

When he shakes his head, his neatly gelled hair tries to break free. A strand does, falling in his face. “You don’t wanna hear it, I promise.” He removes his tie, and you can’t help but watch the movement. It’s incredibly sexy.

A mischievous smile makes you bite the inside of your cheek. “No, I really do, I really think I do.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Only if you try the pancakes at Sandy’s sometime. I promise you, they’re the best pancakes in the District. I’ve never had the chocolate chip pancakes, but if they’re anywhere near as good as the blueberry, they’re fantastic. And they’re open 24 hours. I go there a lot for late night case work.”

You smile at that, getting cozy on your couch and hugging your blanket. “That does sound nice. I love a good all day breakfast,” you say with raised eyebrows, the teasing in your voice. “Okay, human Pancakes. How was your day?” You ask him again, intent on hearing his answer. Not only is his job fascinating, but he’s adorable when he explains things.

Marcus frowns, and that makes you instinctively frown too. “Well, it’s been good. We’re tracking a huge smuggling ring right now, but since we’ve pinpointed a stock house for them, I might have to travel for a while.”

You frown. You’d been hoping you could have a real date soon, at least. “How long is a while?” You ask him curiously, sipping from your water bottle that sits next to you.

“Couple weeks. No less than a month, probably. I’d… well, I might have to go undercover, which means we couldn’t talk for a while.” His eyes are apologetic, showing that he hates this news as much as you do. “And… I’d leave maybe tomorrow or the day after.”

Your heart sinks. “So soon,” you say with a sad smile, a desperate and lonely chuckle. “Well, if you want to come home to me, I’ll be here.”

Marcus’s smile perks up just slightly. “You would be the best thing in the world to come home to. And I’ll have the scruff back by then.”

“Yes!” You exclaim and laugh, pumping a fist in the air. “I think you’re really cute anyway, but I really love the scruff,” you shrug shyly.

“Maybe I’ll grow it out just for you.”

The adrenaline from his first technical-date with you prevents Marcus from sleeping. The call lasted hours, the two of you covering almost everything important in your lives. You talked about your favorite television programs and politics, your parents and your favorite pizza toppings. Talking with him was like nothing you’d ever experience, a connection you’d never thought a dating app could offer.

After several hours, during a lull in the conversation, Marcus suggested the two of you log off. It was around 11 P.M. now, and, even though Marcus has a sleep schedule like a raccoon, he figured you should sleep. He blew you a kiss through the camera, which you pretended to hold to your chest and grin at him.

But now it’s an hour later, just past midnight, and Marcus is antsy. He doesn’t sleep much anyway, but your face is running through his mind like it owns the place, and at this point, maybe you do. Marcus sits up in bed and sighs. He knows the proper remedy for this: Sandy’s. Throwing on a rare pair of jeans and a leather jacket over the white v-neck he wears, he slips on his shoes and makes his way to the tiny, 24-hour diner.

The adrenaline is coursing through your veins too. You text any of your friends that will listen, rambling about how beautiful Marcus’s face is and how wonderful it was to finally hear his voice. You pace your apartment, petting Pancake as you pass her perch on the arm of your couch. You try to do a little yoga to calm down but you can’t stop smiling. Marcus occupies too much room in your brain to try to think about anything else.

When it’s just after midnight, hunger strikes. You realize you never ate dinner, too preoccupied with talking to the handsome man to even consider microwaving something from your fridge. Talking with Marcus has instilled you with a love for pancakes, and you think to yourself that maybe Sandy’s would be worth a shot. It’s open late.

So you toss on a jacket and pick up your purse, slinging it over your shoulder and leaving your apartment. You toss the book you’ve been reading into your bag, planning to read it while you sit and eat. Pancake gives a sleepy meow of protest but you just smile and lock the door behind you.

The diner is just as small as Marcus described it to you: just a short line of booths along the windows and a smattering of tables in the middle. There’s a colorful, warm-toned tile floor that juxtaposes the warm green of the walls and the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes wafting through the air. Quiet classic swing music filling the atmosphere. You can see why he likes it: it automatically makes you smile.

You sit in one of the booths, facing away from the door, and the kind waitress takes your order: chocolate chip pancakes and an English breakfast tea. The air conditioning is blasting, making you chilly. You tighten your jacket around yourself and sip the tea when it arrives, adding cream and sugar.

Cracking open the book, you cross your legs and lose yourself in the book. The restaurant has a calming aura, and you can feel the tea warming you from the inside. It’s fitting that Marcus loves this place, you think to yourself.

When the pancakes come not long after, you take a bite and almost groan in happiness. It’s absolutely delicious: Marcus was most definitely right. Disappointingly, you have to go to the bathroom about three bites in.

Even the bathrooms are cute, you discover. When you return, someone else sits a booth away, another lone diner at this godforsaken hour of night, facing the door. You can see the back of what appears to be a man’s head, neatly trimmed brown hair and a brown leather jacket over their neck and shoulders. Sitting back down, your back to the other customer’s, you return to your book and continue to eat your chocolate chip pancakes.

The customer and waitress are talking, but you don’t pay much attention, too enraptured by your book. It’s quiet again after the man puts in his order, and you enjoy the soft jazz music that makes you tap your foot in time against the tile.

There’s a buzzing and the melodic sound of a phone’s ringtone; one of the defaults that a phone provides. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the man pick up. “Agent Pike.”

That can’t be your Agent Pike, can it? You turn and listen and realize it’s definitely him, from his voice and the way he holds himself and the stack of- of course, blueberry pancakes and a hot coffee set in front of him.

“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Sounds good. Let me write that down.” Marcus types something into his phone. “See you then. At the office? Good. Alright, see you.” He hangs up.

Standing, you tuck your book back in your purse and put the bag over your shoulder. With one hand, you grab your plate of pancakes, and the other grabs your tea. You set them down across from him and slide into the booth, grinning. “Huh. Agent Pancakes, here, in the middle of the night. How unusual.”

Marcus’s tired face lights up in excitement. “What?” He laughs, his eyes scanning your face. “Why are you here?”

You shrug and take a bite of his pancakes, sighing. “Had to see if they were worth the hype. I couldn’t sleep, you got me so excited.” The blueberry pancakes are absolutely fantastic, just as good if not better than the chocolate chip ones on your plate. “Damn, you were right.”

“Hey,” he laughs and pulls his plate closer to his chest. “Don’t touch my pancakes.”

You make pleading pouty eyes, frowning a little. “Can’t we share?” You tease. It already feels like you’ve known him for years, even though this is your first time seeing him in person.

Marcus sighs. “I suppose,” he says and rolls his eyes in sarcasm, pushing his plate back out so you can access it.

Marcus is beyond stunned, absolutely enraptured in how beautiful you are in person. If he thought he fell on that video call earlier, he’s now reached the very bottom of that cliff, the impact of your everything stealing the air from his lungs. God, he wants nothing more than to kiss you right now, on those lips coated in blueberry juice and maple syrup.

The two of you spend quite some time so there, just talking and continuing the conversation where it left off before. The waitress refills Marcus’s coffee twice and your tea once. “So who called you when you were sitting alone?” You ask him as you bring the white porcelain mug to your lips, sipping at the creamy tea.

He sighs. “Guy I work with, his name’s Patrick. He’s a douchebag, I can’t lie,” he says with a chuckle, and his heart flutters at the way you give a soft laugh back. “Just telling me the details. I leave in about 6 hours. I’ll be in Singapore for a couple of weeks.”

“Singapore?” You exclaim, eyes wide as your fork clanks against your plate. “You better be able to contact me.”

He shakes his head. “I told you, I’m going undercover. I can’t.” He sighs, and he dares to reach out and touch you, to reassure you that he’s there and himself that you’re real, that you’re right there. “Will you wait for me?”

Your heart melts, from an already slush-covered river to a rushing rapids. “Of course, Marcus.” It makes his heart skip a beat. You’ve called him lots of nicknames, but never his real name. Something is painfully intimate about it. “I like you a lot; why wouldn’t I?” You ask, shrugging as if it’s the simplest thing. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

When you finish your meals, Marcus picks up both tabs, despite your protesting. “Can I walk you to your place?” He asks as you both stand and adjust your jackets.

You nod and take his hand. The lights of the city are seemingly extra dim tonight, leaving the street lights to illuminate your beautiful face as the two of you stroll along. You have all the time in the world, don’t you? It’s 1:30 in the morning. You’re both already evading sleep desperately. A little more time together can’t hurt.

His hand never leaves yours, his fingers lacing through your knuckles. You chat quietly, as if you could wake the sleeping city from the peaceful blue drone of a weeknight morning into its daily splendor of horns and hordes of speedy pedestrians.

Marcus bumps your shoulder with his, making you stumble a little to the side and laugh as you look up at his gorgeous face. His face reflects the love you’re both feeling, almost giving the city around you a pink glaze of warmth from the rose-colored glasses you must have placed over his eyes.

The walk draws to an end, as you stand at the entrance to your apartment building. Marcus’s body looks so soft and inviting, and you dare to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him to your chest. “I don’t want you to go, Agent Pancakes,” you murmur into the soft skin of his neck, which is starting to get a shadow of stubble.

Marcus kisses the top of your head. He doesn’t move either, prolonging this time you have together before he can’t see you. “I don’t want to go. I’ve never wanted to stay here more than I do now, but I have to.” His arms wrap around your waist, strong and safe.

Lifting your head, you look up at him, your noses practically touching from the proximity you share. The world feels like a bubble around you two, like some impenetrable one-way material that makes it so if Marcus leaves now, he can never come back. “Well, it’s gonna be a long time, a month or two,” you say with a sad smile. “We’ll have to begin again.”

Marcus shakes his head, his brown eyes almost welling with tears. “There’s no one else I’d want to begin again with.” With that, he looks in your eyes, the question hanging there. Wait for me?

Always, you respond silently by pressing your lips to his, kissing him slowly in the orange glow of your apartment building’s entrance. He kisses back, his lips tasting of coffee and maple and blueberry, yours tasting like chocolate and tea.

You squeeze your arms tighter around him, getting on your tiptoes to be as physically close as you can to him. He has one hand on either side of your rib cage, holding you there as he kisses back with all of the passion and love he has.

It can’t last too long or he’ll never leave. He won’t be able to. He breaks away after a few moments, his lips close to yours. He presses your foreheads together, arms encircling you again. “I have to go. I have to be at the office in an hour.”

You lift your head and your brow furrows in confusion. “Then why did you take so long to walk and eat with me?” You laugh quietly.

Marcus shrugs. “Didn’t want to leave you yet,” he admits, his eyes trained on yours. He gives you one last painfully gentle kiss. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you say with a sad smile. “You’ve been my distraction lately. Whenever I’m bored, I text you.”

He sighs, the confession increasing his frown. “I’ll be in an entirely new place, without you.”

“But I’ll be here, in my same old life without you in it.”

The words punch a hole through Marcus’s heart. It’s true; he’ll have new distractions, new things to do. You’ll be here with a Marcus Pike-shaped hole in your heart. He kisses your forehead, the wheels turning in his head. “If you get a call in the next few weeks from an unknown number, be sure to answer it, okay?”

You nod and smile softly. “You need to go. Go.”

He nods and his hand squeezes yours. “I can’t wait to begin again with you.” With that, Marcus Pike, Agent Pancakes, whatever you want to call him, the man you’re highly suspecting might be your soulmate, walks off into the slightly chilly D.C. night.

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summersun4youforever · 3 years ago

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✨ Tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by my fav @loulovehome thank you pu hope that this quells your curiosity!

MUSIC

fav genre? not to be that person but i think i have a toe in most genres, i suppose my favorites have got to be anything taylor swift does, pop punk, r&b pop/new age r&b, and bluegrass

fav artist? again, not to be that person but i love so many artists! let’s do this based off of genre: taylor swift, 1D, 5sos, massive focus on ZAYN, the Avett brothers, and counting crows

fav song? fav song of all time (since i was young) is going to be come around by rhett miller but more currently i’d say you are in love by taylor swift and dRuNk by ZAYN

song currently stuck in your head? i have no idea how it got there but i have stressed out by 21 pilots stuck in my head??

5 fav lyrics? ok let’s do this kids. edit: this went in a “fav love song lyrics” way so sorry in advance.

1) I hope that I don't sound to insane when I say / There is darkness all around us / I don't feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me / And reconnect me to the beauty that I'm missin' (January Wedding - The Avett Brothers)

2) Hands around my waist / You're counting up the hills across the sheets / And I'm a falling star / A glimmer lighting up these cotton streets / I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules / But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you (Disconnected - 5sos)

3) This is the worthwhile fight / Love is a ruthless game / Unless you play it good and right / These are the hands of fate / You're my Achilles heel / This is the golden age of something good / And right and real (State of Grace - Taylor Swift)

4) What if I changed my mind / What if I said it's over / I been flying so long / Can't remember what it was like to be sober / What if I lost my lives? / What if I said "Game over"? / What if I forget my lies? / And I lose all my composure (Back to Life - ZAYN)

5) I never said I was perfect / Or you don't deserve a good person to carry your baggage / I know a few girls that can handle it / I ain't that kind of chick, but I can call 'em for you if you want / I never said that you wasn't attractive / Your style and that beard, ooh, don't get me distracted / I'm tryna be patient, and patience takes practice / The fact is I'm leaving, so just let me have this (Jerome - Lizzo)

BOOKS

fav book genre? murder mystery and young love!

fav writer? jane austen, lisa jewell, and rick riordan (nostalgia ok?!)

fav book? the way i used to be my amber smith, rebecca by daphane du maurier, and then she was gone OR watching you (both by Lisa Jewell)

fav book series? i guess the whole percy jackson situations? i have everything RR every wrote, and i liked it all but i havent touched the older ones in ages

comfort book? not one specifically but the nancy drew books

perfect book to read on a rainy day? bird summons by leila aboulela

5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart? i hope i can name five...

1) “The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.” “I am no traveller, you are my world.” (both are My Cousin Rachel by Daphne Du Maurier)

2) “And I’m terrified he’ll see through the tough iceberg layer, and he’ll discover not a soft, sweet girl, but an ugly fucking disaster underneath.” (The Way I Used to Be by Amber Smith)

3) "I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you see, you understand my feelings and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.” (Emma by Jane Austen) (sorry for the length, the shortened versions were not cutting it for me)

4) “Read, read, read. That's all I can say.” (The Secret of the Old Clock by Carolyn Keene)

5) “...amazing how boring you can get away with being when you’re pretty. No one seems to notice. When you’re pretty everyone just assumes you must have a great life. People are so short-sighted, sometimes. People are so stupid. I have a dark past and I have dark thoughts. I do dark things and I scare myself sometimes.” (Invisible Girl by Lisa Jewell)

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? i like dramedies, mockumentaries, and procedurals

fav movie? ive got a massive list on my phone but ill pick Doob (No Bed of Roses) and 3-Iron as my favs for today

comfort movie? 2000s romcoms, im talking clueless, 13 going on 30, how to loe a guy in ten days, ten things i hate abt you, legally blonde

movie you watch every year? mamma mia and all listed in prev question

fav tv show? too many, currently im rewatching arrested development

comfort tv show? new girl

most rewatched tv show? new girl

ultimate otp? shawn and jules from psych (ultimate bc ive been watching since diapers literally)

5 fav characters? winston bishop, stiles stilinski, bellamy blake, clarke griffin, lydia martin

super fun even though it took me an hour lmao, I'm tagging @technosoot @hometothecanyonmoon @sassylilnoodle @sushiniall @rosegold-thorns no pressure and sorry if youve already been tagged!

edit: i somehow managed to forget what i consider to be one of the greatest opening verses ever???? so bonus lyrics:

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog / Where no one notices the contrast of white on white / And in between the moon and you / The angels get a better view / Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right (Round Here - Counting Crows)

#lei te night thoughts #personal #tagged

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willowgast · 3 years ago

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tag game time!

i was tagged by the lovely @contre-qui, with the aim of tagging nine people to learn about their interests - i'm unlikely to find that many people myself but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it! going under the cut because this is a pretty long(ish) one.

music!

fave genre a little bit of everything but right now especially medieval folk & pop rock

fave artist a strange mixture of måneskin, kraftklub, siames, cavetown, and rainbow kitten surprise

fave song hard choice, but probably 'brothers' by siames & eddy capparelli

most listened to song recently either 'coraline' by måneskin or 'king orfeo' from the child ballads

song currently stuck in your head 'happy pills' by weathers

five fave lyrics oh boy, this is gonna take some thought.

"called to the devil and the devil said / hey! why you been calling this late? / it's like 2a.m. and the bars all close at ten in hell, that's a rule i made / anyway, you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself / and you don't want no help, oh well / that's the story to tell" ('it's called: freefall' by rainbow kitten surprise)

"today i coo, today i caw / i have a pistol party and i kill 'em all / i think i might be scared / of the man and the men with their hands inside / and the women, oh, the women all they do is cry / and i, well i lose my mind" ('little pistol' by mother mother)

"so did you pack your bag, or did somebody pack it for you? / take me to the sad, sad party that you're bound to / whether you're a 'have-not' or a 'have', i got a question / are you living dead, or is this some kind of possession?' ('blast doors' by everything everything)

"but what if i run out of fertiliser? / what if the clouds run out of rain? what if lemon boy won't grow no longer? what if beaches dry of sugar cane?" ('lemon boy' by cavetown)

"now they tell you that you're their muse / yeah, they're so inspired / but where were they when they called your name / and they lit the fire? / when the voices came, you cut your hair / but you're stilled confused" ('joan of arc' by arcade fire)

books!

fave book genre fantasy all the way

fave writer bernardine evaristo, leigh bardugo, madeline miller

fave book oh dear, here we go. 'circe' by madeline miller, 'six of crows' and 'crooked kingdom' by leigh bardugo, 'girl, woman, other' by bernardine evaristo, 'good omens' by neil gaiman & terry pratchett, 'the raven cycle' series by maggie stiefvater, 'oranges are not the only fruit' by jeanette winterson, and a whole lot of old norse literature of dubious authorship (but especially 'gisla saga' and 'hrafnkels saga freysgoða', and pretty much all of the eddic poems in the volsung cycle)

fave book series it's a tie between leigh bardugo's grishaverse novels and maggie stiefvater's 'the raven cycle'

comfort book 'the secret kingdom' by jenny nimmo

rainy day book any of my norse books, sagas or poetry

fave characters nina zenik in the grishaverse, ronan lynch in 'the raven cycle', gisli in 'gisla saga' (not sure if that counts as a character or historical figure, dependent on perspective...?), and circe in, y'know, 'circe'

five quotes from your fave books?

"i thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but i see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands" ('circe' by madeline miller)

"'spreader of swords, it is your own sons' / corpse-bloody hearts you've chewed up with honey, / proud man, you've consumed dead men's meat, / eating it as ale-dainties, sending it to the high seat' [...] with the point of a blade she gave the bed a bloody drink, / with a hel-keen hand, and set the dogs free; / she woke the servants, and in front of the hall-door / she flung a burning brand: she paid them back for her brothers. / to the fire she gave everyone who was inside, / who'd come from myrkheim after murdering gunnar and his men; / the ancient timbers fell, the temples smoked, / the buildings burned of budli's kin, and the shield-maids inside; / their lives stemmed, sinking into hot flames." (gudrun avenges her brother in 'atlakviða', a poem in the old norse poetic and elder eddas)

"you aren't a flower, you're every blossom in the wood blooming at once. you are a tidal wave. you're a stampede. you are overwhelming." ('crooked kingdom' by leigh bardugo)

"from the passenger seat, ronan began to swear at adam. it was a long, involved swear, using every forbidden word possible, often in compound-word form. as adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about the ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. it was far less hateful sounding than when he didn't swear." ('the raven cycle' by maggie stiefvater)

"but where was god now, with heaven full of astronauts, and the lord overthrown? i miss god. i miss the company of someone utterly loyal. i still don't think of god as my betrayer. the servants of god, yes, but servants by their very nature betray. i miss god who was my friend. i don't even know if god exists, but i do know that if god is your emotional role model, very few human relationships will match up to it. i have an idea that one day it might be possible, i thought once it had become possible, and that glimpse has set me wandering, trying to find the balance between earth and sky. if the servants hadn't rushed in and parted us, i might have been disappointed, might have snatched off the white samite to find a bowl of soup." ('oranges are not the only fruit' by jeanette winterson)

tv and movies!

fave tv/movie genre fantasy, travel/road trip & comedy

fave movie the secret life of walter mitty, supernova, any and all ghibli films, scott pilgrim vs. the world, lord of the rings, the how to train your dragon trilogy

comfort movie the lion king (original), how to train your dragon, from up on poppy hill, kiki's delivery service

movie you watch every year elf, howl's moving castle, love simon

fave tv show she-ra and the princesses of power, skam, bee and puppycat (i guess more of a web series than a tv show?), adventure time, the it crowd

comfort tv show adventure time

most rewatched tv show skam, every october without fail

five favourite characters catra (she-ra and the princesses of power), sana (skam original), marceline (adventure time), moss (the it crowd), inej (shadow and bone netflix adaptation)

tagging (absolutely no pressure, this is a pretty long one!): @crowcaves, @the-obsidian-soul, @natscbi, @somehowmags, @gabrilearnelle, @clockwords, @starsspace... and that's it, that's as close to nine as i'm getting, but if anyone else just feels like doing it then feel free to consider yourself tagged!

#tag game #long post #tysm for the tag!!!!

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baby-harrington · 5 years ago

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hi can i request a marty mcfly x female reader where shes from the future and he travels to the future and they fall in love and she teaches him how to use phones and stuff ❤ thank youu

girlfriend from the future - marty mcfly

hi! thank you for this lovely request :) I hope you enjoy💖

- you met marty when he arrived from the past

- ...into your front lawn

- obviously your house wasn’t built in 1985 so he didn’t expect anything to be there

- your dad heard an almighty crash and ran into the yard, cursing and yelling at the now beat-up delorean

- marty apologised over and over and helped to push it back out to the road again

- meanwhile your mum felt sorry for him and thought it would be nice to have him stay while he went about fixing it up

- he hesitantly agreed but felt better when he saw you looking through the front window in confusion

- at least he got to spend his time in the future with a pretty girl

- he headed in behind your parents, who introduced you to him and told him to make himself comfortable

- he sat on the couch on the other side from you, taking his jacket off as he did so

- “sorry for crashing into your yard” he said awkwardly

- “it’s okay” you smiled and turned on the tv

- his expression when he saw your large flatscreen was one of wonder and awe

- “wow, your tv... it’s so, flat?”

- “of course?” you said, confused. “why, you never seen a flatscreen before?”

- “no, actually”

- you were obviously puzzled but agreed to hear him explain his situation

- but first you headed upstairs, in case your parents heard

- once in your room, he told you all about where he’d come from in the time machine

- you were unsure at first, but when he explained it all you decided it would be best to believe him

- he was glad you did

- so he continued to stay at your house for a week, where the two of you actually talked quite a lot

- he was closest person to your age in the neighbourhood so it made sense that you’d be good friends

- you got close pretty quickly, and he was of course attracted to you anyway

- you thought he was cute and it was hilarious and adorable when he got confused by all the things in the future

- by the middle of the second week of him staying, the two of you decided to just start dating to see where it took you

- there was a connection and marty wanted to act on it, in case he didn’t come back to the future and see you again

- he didn’t even wanna leave though!!

- he wanted to stay in the future with all the cool gadgets and cars and other stuff

- and most of all he wanted to stay with you

- he was always interested in the little thing you carried around everywhere

- “hey, y/n? what’s that thing?”

- “this? it’s my phone”

- “as in like a telephone?”

- “yeah. but you can do other stuff with it and you can carry it around wherever”

- he looked so shocked at the idea of a phone without cables that was so small

- “what else does it do?” he continued

- “shuffle over here and I’ll show you”

- so he scooched over from his spot at the end of the bed and snuggled up next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder

- “you can use it to download apps, to play games or talk to people or take photos” you said then showed him all the different apps you had

- “you can text people instead of having to call them or send a letter” you sent a text to demonstrate

- “you can make videos, watch movies or listen to music”

- you opened spotify and played a song from the 80s that he’d know

- he recognised it instantly and looked so excited and shocked

- “you can play any song whenever you want? you don’t need a cassette player!”

- he was absolutely bewildered

- “can we take a photo with it?” he asked

- you opened up your snapchat and turned the camera around so you could take a selfie with him

- “woahhh” he said, looking at your faces on the screen

- you smiled at it and he copied, so you took the picture

- it was so cute

- you took some more, like one with him kissing your cheek and one where you squished your faces up together

- and you took some silly ones with different faces and filters

- he looked so amused and happy in the photos so you saved one and put it as your lock screen

- “I can print them for you too if you want, then you can keep them when you go home again”

- oh yeah

- 1985...

- he’d forgotten about going home

- “but I don’t wanna go home anymore!” he whined loudly, “the future is much better, plus you’re here! I can’t just abduct you back to the past”

- “I don’t want you to go either, marty. but my parents won’t let you stay forever. and surely your parents will be worried about you back in 1985?”

- “I don’t care about all that, I just want to stay here with you a while longer. I’ll only go when I absolutely have to”

- “okay.” you sighed, a little upset but still glad he was going to stay longer

- “I’m glad you crashed into my front yard, marty mcfly”

#marty mcfly #marty #marty mcfly x reader #marty mcfly imagine #back to the future #back to the future x reader #back to the future imagine #request #imagine

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sairahmghny · 4 years ago

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Dear Diary,

Today i remember a very saddening event that happened to me which was the day when my parents separated. I can't believe that 7 years had passed and I'm still not over it. Shucks i don't wanna cry!! During that unforgettable moment, I was consumed by my emotions. I hated the world, i constantly ask my self why? Of all people why us? Why my family? My mom was the best and I am grateful that I'm her daughter. However, there are things that wouldn't go the way we want it. We are supposed to celebrate Christmas holidays as a complete family because my papa came home from Saudi. No one expected that my mom will decide to travel and go to her hometown in Bukidnon. We spent the holidays without her and when she came back everything just went rough. I was constantly asking her why, kung bakit niya na kayanang gawin yun sa amin. Nakakalungkot man na sabihin pero mas pinili niya ang iba kesa sa amin. It took me three years to finally accept everything. When i listened to the song Forgiveness by Matthew West, it had me pondering that indeed forgiveness will set us free. Acceptance may take time but I realized that holding grudges will do me no good and will only get me stuck with the pain.

At present, I met someone who's very difficult to understand and i can't believe that we are living under the same roof. He's my daddy (tito) I don't understand why he always get mad for no reason. I find my daddy as the most difficult person to handle/understand/deal with basta you name it. As much as i want to fight back and speak for myself but I can't. It's always the respect and love that wins over my anger. I hate it when he will start yelling at me because mygwad i'm a softie :<< okay lang naman na pagalitan for no reason kasi i don't fight back pero wag naman sana dumating sa point na sisigawan ako :(. Soooooo yessss, I'm praying for patience like mahabang pasensya, i may be patient already pero I will never stop praying for patience because I believe it's the only thing that will make me live peacefully kasi if i fight back it will just make the situation worse and i don't want that to happen. Sabi nga nila, Diyos nga nagpapatawad tayo pa kaya? Hehe.

Anyway, i had a great day. I am happy that I'm back on track because my menstrual period is OVER! I got to workout. Even if we didn't meet for our class today i still got productive. I was jealous with my sister and cousin because they're happily playing mobile legends and i want to join them but i can't because my phone died haha (I have two phones, the one that i am using right now is android but i did not download any gaming app here. The other one is ios, yung namatay kasi nasira bhe haha. Just for the record). However, i still had a great time playing ukulele and flute. I had a playtime with my puppy. So i can really say na naging productive pa rin ako haha.

Lastly, I just hope and pray for peace. I pray that if anyone is still holding grudges against someone, they'll learn to accept and forgive the people that did them wrong. It might be hard but trust me it will give you peace. Alway remember din na your feelings are valid hehe. Love love.

Love,

Chootiepie ;)

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meadow-dusk · 3 years ago

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Another Song Shuffle Tag Game

Put your music player on shuffle, and instead of just listing what comes on, you get to personalize it a little bit. If you enjoy, tag some others to keep it going!

SONG #1: Join Together - The Who

1. How old were you when you heard this song for the first time?: ~19? It was around when they played the Super Bowl halftime I think

2. What album is it off of?: I think it was a single..?

3. What genre is it?: classic rock

4. What’s your favorite lyric from this song?: The biggest band you'll find, it's as deep as it is wide

5. Does it remind you of any certain person or event?: Yeah when they played the Super Bowl halftime show

SONG #2: New Blue Moon - Traveling Wilburys

1. Which of your friends would most likely enjoy this song as much as you do?: my sister for SURE

2. Is this band your favorite, or at least one of your favorites?: I love the Wilburys but not a favorite. However, I rarely change them when they come on.

3. What do you think this song is about?: Some lyrics that sounded nice together with some nice guitar licks

4. Have you ever blasted this song in your car?: No but def in earphones

5. Do you own it on CD?: nope

SONG #3: Straight On - Heart

1. What language is this song sung in?: English

2. Have you heard this song on the radio?: Of course

3. How did you discover this song?: on the radio

4. Would you mind if this song was played at your wedding?: Nope

5. Does this song have any cursing in it?: I doubt it wow these were boring questions for this one

SONG #4: You're Not Alone - Big Time Rush

1. How often do you listen to this song?: Like 2x per year? Enough to be like "oh hey I remember this!" but I don't go looking

2. Do you have it on any of your online playlists?: no just liked songs

3. Does this song have a music video?: Probz cause they were a TV boy band

4. Is this a popular song from the band?: idts

5. Is the band popular at all?: unfortunately not

SONG #5: Ladies of the Canyon - Joni Mitchell

1. Have you seen this band live? If so, did they perform this song?: nope but I would not turn down that opportunity! I don't think it's likely tho.

2. Is this a very well-known song? Was it played on the radio?: Not very but that's no excuse for how long it took me to discover it

3. Do any of your friends like this song?: Probably do not know it despite my explaining how relatable it is that one of the characters "may bake some brownies today" and later gathers flowers for her home

4. If you could pair up one historical event with this song, what would you chose?: I mean just the entire Laurel Canyon legacy?

5. Just going by the title, what do you think this song means?: sry you couldn't be there but imagine if you could

SONG #6: I'd Love You To Want Me - Lobo

1. How long have you been listening to this song?: Since 2014?

2. Is this song from the band’s newer or older music?: I have no concept of the Lobo discography

3. Ever heard this song on MTV/Fuse/etc.?: What the heck is fuse

4. If you went up to a random person in the street and mentioned this song, what are the chances they’d know what song it is?: No but I'm that person that's like "it goes like this:.."

5. Are the vocals male or female?: Male

SONG #7: Give Me Love Give Me Peace on Earth - George Harrison

1. What’s better in this song; the vocals or the actual music?: music I think but only barely

2. Do you have this song on your iPod/Zune/MP3 player/whatever?: when is this survey from

3. Do you have this song downloaded onto your computer?: No but I have the album

4. How old is the person who sings this?: Would've been 78 now; he was 30 when this record was released.

5. What instruments are featured in this song?: Most prominently, guitar

SONG #8: You Better Believe It - Small Faces

1. What memories does this song bring back?: learning about the Small Faces and not understanding how they didn't get as popular in the US

2. Was this song produced earlier than 2005?: very much so

3. Is this song leaning more towards rock or rap?: lol THAT's a fun thing to imagine

4. What’s a song that sounds similar to this (think of a band that sounds similar)?: It reminds me of "Cry Like a Baby" by the Box Tops

5. Do you own a band shirt of this band?: No

SONG #9: Return to Sender - Elvis Presley

1. What mood does this song put you in?: a sing-y one

2. Did you ever reference this song for a school paper or in your diary or anything?: every SINGLE time that mail comes back undeliverable bc I am only human

3. How can you relate to this song?: Not literally but who cares

4. Do you know all the lyrics to it?: A good proportion

5. Who got you into the band that sings this song?: Probably from watching the Beatles Anthology

SONG #10: Girls on Film - Duran Duran

1. What country does the band who sings this originate from?: UK

2. Ever heard this song live? How does it sound compared to the CD version?: I think so actually! It was mediocre

3. One instrument that really stands out in this song?: That lens cap soundbite that drove my first dog ~crazy when it came on once

4. Can you play this song on any instruments? If so, which ones?: I can sing it

5. Do any of your family members know this song?: all of them bc this CD got played a lot on the way to swim meets

source: surveyjunkie

tagging @chrysochromulina, @moptopper, @rick-s147, @ratherbewithmydog and as usual anybody that sees this can join in!

#music survey #This was stupidly fun #tag game

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ravens-words · 3 years ago

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What about a malex song? Wish you were here by florence and the machine. It is from the 'miss peregrine's home for peculiar children" soundtrack. It feels like an alex's pov song for michael when alex was overseas during the lost decade.

Okay, this is gonna get a bit long so I apologize in advance lol. First off, Thank you for the absolute gem- the only song I know of F&L's is Cosmic Love, which is also one I connect to Malex because, well, cosmic love.

Second, you are absolutely right about this song. But I do have to say that it feels like a mixture of both their POVs??

Like, this is 100% from Alex's POV

I tried to leave it all behind me/ But I woke up and there they were beside me/And I don't believe it but I guess it's true/Some feelings, they can travel too/Oh, there it is again, sitting on my chest.

And God, can you imagine what Alex was going through? The guy lost his dreams, the guy he loves (after witnessing what his pos father did to him) and was doing something he'd probably promised himself not to do just because he wanted to be stronger and to be able to fight back (which tells me he absolutely felt guilty about not stopping Jesse from hurting Michael)- and all the while, he was trying to hide that part of himself, to leave his feelings for Michael behind, but he found out that the feelings just traveled with him and that he couldn't let them go and- 😭

But this:

And if I stay home, I don't know/There'll be so much that I'll have to let go/You're disappearing all the time/But I still see you in the light/For you, the shadows fight

-feels like it could be from Michael's, too? Especially about seeing him in the light, like he can still see him everywhere even when he'd disappeared.

Thank you for the rec and for the emotional pain this song+ Malex has caused me.

(I swear to God if they don't at least mention the lost decade at least once I will absolutely lose my mind)

♤ Send Me Song Recs

#ejanswers #malex

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cafedanslanuit · 5 years ago

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Sweet Creature || Jumin x MC -Oneshot

sweet creature, wherever I go, you bring me home

genre; fluff. so much fluff.

summary; Jumin gets stuck in another country away from his wife. He’s been having trouble falling asleep, so MC decides to tell him a bedtime story. A simple request ends up making Jumin open up about a small insecurity he had over is wife and his best friend.

notes; I said Jumin is in Peru because the law is very strict here: flights are not allowed and we’re under mandatory quarantine. Also because the time difference was a nice touch for this lol. Oh! This idea came up while listening to this song, hence the title~

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“Isn't it dangerous to travel these days? :(“

Jumin read that text over and over, as if, somehow, he could go back to the moment where he read it for the first time. He should have postponed his business travel, but due to his father giving him more responsibilities at C&R and himself thinking nothing wrong could happen, he was now trapped in Peru, kilometers away from his wife.

He turned around on his hotel bed, dreading the soft aroma of whatever detergent they used for the sheets. It wasn't unpleasant itself, but it wasn't the smell of your shampoo that always lingered on the pillowcases.

It had been more than fifty days already. All he wanted was to return home, but flights were prohibited and he had no way to return home to you. Jumin checked his dual clock on his phone and decided it was okay to call you. It should be 5pm in Korea. It went unanswered, making him furrow his eyebrows. Surely nothing bad had happened, since you were under lockdown as well.

He was letting his mind go to dangerous places when he received a call from you. He picked up, your face appearing on the screen with a smile.

"Sorry! I was at the bathroom. I thought you were already asleep, isn't it... like, 3 am there?" you asked, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Couldn't sleep" Jumin replied. He put his phone against a pillow, just where you would be lying if you were actually by his side. Picking the cue, you did the same, laying on the bed and looking at your husband through the screen.

"What's on your mind?" you asked.

"How long am I supposed to wait to be able to embrace my wife" he sighed.

"Probably a while more. When you come here, I think you'll have to go under quarantine yourself. Just in case" you answered, with a small pout. "I know it’s been already fifty-six days apart, and that those other forty when you get back aren't ideal for our first year as a married couple, but... we'll survive".

"You sound so collected. I thought I was supposed to be the businessman and you were the dedicated piano teacher" he teased. His smile grew as he watched you laugh.

"I may have learnt a thing or two from you. But honestly..." you let out a big sigh "I miss you too. Whenever anyone from the RFA checks on me I'm always sulking about how I can't see my husband".

Jumin's smile faded a little, watching you lose focus a little, your eyes lost somewhere in your bedroom.

"I'm sorry. I should have listened to you, I-- I thought it would be safe. Sorry for not being there for you".

"But you are" you assured him, your eyes on him again. "You are here for me. I'm in one of the safest buildings in town, there's plenty of food and I don't need to go outside for anything since you set up a delivery for me and Elizabeth be 3rd. You are still protecting me from so far away".

"We're missing so many celebrations. I was planning to take you out each month on our anniversary date for our first year as a married couple".

"I know, but you'll definitely be here for our anniversary! And we'll get to celebrate together, have a nice and romantic dinner at home and then fall asleep next to each other".

Jumin smiled at your promise of a future where he wouldn't sleep on a empty bed anymore. He had got used to sleeping next to you so quickly, he didn't understand how was he able to sleep alone for so long.

"I am worried about something, though" you admitted. Jumin immediately scrunched his face, concerned.

"What is it?"

"I'm worried it's 3 am there and you can't seem to fall asleep" you said, concerned.

"I miss you"

"I miss you too. How about I tell you a story?"

"A story?"

"You know, a bedtime story. Maybe it can help?" you offered, shifting on the bed.

"I've never listened to a bedtime story. Wouldn't it be rude to fall asleep while you're talking?"

"No" you chuckled "That's the point. Let me try, okay? I'm going to tell you the story about... Mia. Mia was a girl who loved playing the piano. She loved it so much, sometimes she would cancel plans with her friends to stay home and play. She studied at a Music School to be a teacher and got pretty good grades".

"The piano?" Jumin asked, with a small smile. He then closed his eyes.

"Yes, this new and exciting character loved the piano. Anyway, one day she decided to download an app she didn't know, thinking it was a game she could play while on the bus. There she met these incredible people who ended up being a big part in her life. Even if things got… complicated surrounding lost brothers and surprisingly, cults, everything worked out in the end. She ended up falling for one of them, you know?”

“I always thought you would fall for Jihyun” Jumin commented, his eyes still closed.

“What?” you shifted on the bed, supporting yourself on your elbow.

“Mia. I always thought she would fall for Jihyun because they're so alike” he opened his eyes and put a hand through his hair. “They are very emotionally intelligent and always want the best for everyone around them. Natural caretakers. And also inclined to an artistic career”

You stayed in silence for a minute, not knowing if your husband was trying to make a joke you couldn’t understand or if he was being serious. You took a deep breath before talking.

“Hmmm, she liked him, yes. Jihyun was kind but she saw him the same way she saw Hyun or any of the others. He was a friend she could trust and a friend who would easily understand her when she was having a problem”.

“But if he could understand what she was feeling with a glance why did she…”

“She felt protected” you interrupted him “and loved by everyone at the RFA. But there was this man, the oldest of them all, who at first seemed cold and detached, but soon revealed his true self. You won't believe this, but he would send tons of photos of his cat to Mia!" Jumin chuckled. "But it was a beautiful cat and he was a beautiful man, so Mia liked it. He was fun, even if it was in an unconventional way. He went through a rough time when his cat got lost, but thankfully Mis was there for him. She got to know him a lot more on those days. For example, she found out he had trouble dealing with his feelings”.

“Not like Jihyun”

You sighed. “You think he was jealous of Jihyun?”

“I think so, yes. At least because of how easy it was for him to show emotion to his old girlfriend. How it was easy for him to express himself”

“Mmmm... Well, Mia didn't think the same. See, some people say music is a language itself. So she learnt from a young age words are not only the only way to express oneself. And there are a lot of ways for that. Some people say they love you, some people bring you presents, others spend quality time with you… there are a lot of ways, seriously. So when this young, cat-loving man asked Mia to stay for longer at his apartment, she understood he meant he wasn't feeling okay and that her presence, somehow, was helping her deal with everything. So she stayed. And... if you insist on Jihyun, I don't think he and Mia would have made a good couple" you say, tapping your chin with your index finger. "I think whenever one of those would have had a discrepancy, the other one would have made a drama out of it. I think they were so alike they wouldn't have let the other one grow. But whenever Mia talked with this guy I’ve been telling you about, she would always learn a thing or two. She would see a problem from another perspective and actually understand it better. Also, let's face it: she was melting whenever those dark eyes landed on her. Boy, did she feel like a teenager whenever he said something kind to her! It was embarrassing honestly” you laughed, hiding your face with your hands.

“Like a teenager?” Jumin asked with a soft smile, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes! One of those days she stayed at his place, he asked her to dine together, so she went to ‘refresh herself’ to the bathroom, okay? Actually, she was having a meltdown, fixing her makeup the best she could and thinking about interesting topics she could talk about with him”.

“Really?”

“I'm not joking. Jumin, she would get up earlier than him, brush her teeth, comb her hair and lay on her bed again so she would look somewhat good when he came to see her in the morning. It was pathetic. That's how smitten she was with him. Thank God I've never acted that way" you scoffed. Both you and Jumin looked at each other and smiled. “Not a long time went by before she ended up marrying him, can you believe it?” you asked, feigning surprise. Jumin chuckled.

“Sounds unreal” he admitted.

“I know, right?” you asked, laughing softly. “But she did, she actually married this guy in a beautiful church surrounded by the people she loved. It was a wonderful day. She couldn’t believe she could love someone that much”.

You stayed silent for a while, just looking at each other's face, remembering just how much in love they had been from the moment they saw each other.

“I'm sorry my story didn't help you sleep” you apologized in a soft voice.

“I do feel more relaxed now. I'm going to try and get some sleep now” Jumin said, stretching his neck.

“Please call if you can't. I'm always here for you, Mr. Han.” you teased him with a grin.

“Thank you, Mrs. Han. Have a nice evening. Please remember how deeply grateful I am that you chose me” he said in a soft voice. You smiled and blew out a kiss for him.

“As I am. Goodnight, my love”

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