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echo-three-one · 4 years ago

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Chapter 41

THE ROAD SO FAR

One step closer to the end.

FIVE Seconds

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

We overcame Ultranationalists, chopper crashes, danger close with gunships but a goddamn dog is what'll get me into an infirmary? Rabies, ridiculous. What a waste of time.

John wrote down his anger in his black journal. It housed all his thoughts ever since being recruited at the Task Force regarding mission briefings, regrets and training schedules. It was his outlet on all the things going on around the world.

He noticed that Captain Price also slept by the other bed, his eyes looked tired from staying up late, he never gave up on Volt that he tired himself out.

He winced at the pain of the bruise the rotten dog gave him. He was never really a fan of them as most dogs tend to chase him wherever he went. Yesterday was another proof. Luckily, France seemed to catch up on his body language, how he didn't want anyone to know that a dog was the reason he's in the infirmary. The way she knew it without telling her was starting to convince the Scotsman that he got himself a keeper. Someone who understands.

Speaking of which, the same gorgeous blonde girl entered the infirmary, greeting Soap with a very genuine smile of relief.

"Hi." She smiled quietly as Price was still asleep.

"Aye. Hello there." He greeted, his voice was low and rough as he attempted to catch the lady off guard. She may look tough wearing her 141 training uniform, but Soap knows how to make her lose her composure.

"How's the wound?" She asked, her face was already turning red as she approached him. She looked so cute right now, Soap won't mind kissing her amidst the Captain being there along with some CCTVs.

"Getting better. Hopefully enough to join the fight. How about you?" he replied, smiling at the female soldier. The general mood of the room quickly shifted and the two of them were pretty aware about it.

"I'm fine. I'm just here to thank you for saving me back then. But you didn't have to… I deserved that bite for not being careful." She muttered.

Soap sighed.

"Eh, you know full well that I care for you, France. For once let me be the hero." He chuckled and France laughed.

"You already know that you are my hero, dummy." She winked as she started to leave.

"I gotta go. It's my turn to clean up the comms. Wish you'd help me though, Hero." she teased as she left the room, Soap was left staring at her beautiful figure exit the room.

"You sure got yourself a tough lass there, lad." Price grumbled as he woke up, commenting on the two.

"Aye. She's definitely a keeper. I just hope I don't mess up. Because I think she's the one." Soap finally admitted, to Price of all people. The captain just chuckled.

"Yeah. My word of advice. Go with what your heart and mind says." He said with full sincerity, as if he didn't want Soap to regret everything. There was flavor in his words that made Soap wonder if such advice came from experience. Though he did hear rumors that he and Laswell had some sort of history, and he got that from France.

"Aye, Captain… Will do." Soap nodded and Price got up.

"I'm giving Volt a final visit." He grumbled and went off, leaving Soap alone in his thoughts once again.

The next day, Soap was cleared from the infirmary and was immediately tasked on the mission. Last night, Nero started his assault on the capital and thousands of rangers were struggling to keep them off the country. With Volt finally given up, he relayed information regarding one of Nero's allies.

They were going to Havana, the home base of the mind manipulation and the command center of Nero's forces. How it managed to stay hidden, nobody knows but the team was eager to find out soon. Especially that another nuke is ready for launch.

Abandoned Building, Cuba, Havana

Soap could hear France hum the song Havana quietly as she crossed her arms just before the plane started. She was nervous and Soap knew that so he tried to hold her hand in secrecy, showing him a face that assured her that everything will be alright.

In this mission, time was of the essence so stealth wasn't an option. They were headed to the base guns blazing, all in hopes to disable the second nuke launch.

The helo flew dangerously low as metal clanged on it's base as soon as enemies fired at it. It was a risky move but the squad needed to drop by the rooftops to get a clear vantage point.

Soap immediately seeked for cover by the edge of the rooftop, eyeing the door that led to the lower floors where the command center should be.

"We'll hold them off! You go!" Alex yelled as Soap, Price, Roach and France breached the door, descending to the second floor of the building.

The place was abandoned and very open, enemies' footsteps echoed across the halls, making the team aware of their positions.

"Soap, focus on getting to the control room. We'll take care of them. France, cover his six. Roach and I will make a grand distraction." Price said, popping a grenade on the main hall and Roach assisted him, drawing all the attention towards them.

"Alex, when you're done sweeping up the yard, I need your team down here asap." Price muttered over comms.

"Roger that." he replied.

"Looks like it's you and me against the clock now." Soap managed to chuckle at their situation. France just chuckled and cleared the location so Soap could advance. This was her forte. Stealth and close quarters.

"You're good to go, John." She said as she took the stairs down. Soap cautiously followed as he heard gunshots from France's location.

"Two tangos down." She declared, clearing the staircase to the basement.

"Multiple tangos in the basement. Looks like we're in the right place." France nodded and Soap followed, pulling the pin of a grenade and tossing it to the narrow hallway.

"GRANADA!!" One yelled and an explosion followed, signaling the couple to press on the narrow hallway while they're dazed.

They shot down the enemies until more emerged from behind, trapping the two of them.

"Shite! At this rate we'll never push forward. We're pinned!" Soap called for help.

"Someone's escaping! Reinforcements are arriving!" Alex warned as the team was now overwhelmed with hostiles. Time was running out.

"John! Watch my six and I'll clear a path for you." France said and left without letting him reply. This worried Soap but he had to trust her and so he covered her six. Shooting at enemies dumb enough to dive on to the narrow hallway. He did his best to retaliate by firing back and tossing any grenades back to its source.

It felt like the longest two minutes of his life. France fought her way to the command center and him, defending the entrance while his ammo slowly ran out. Then after what seemed like forever, he heard her go signal.

Soap ran as fast as he could, and just before he lost sight of the entrance, he saw Price immediately follow him. They did it. They cleared the entrance.

He fished out his journal for the cryllic translator, decoding every letter just so he could stop the launch. They only had five seconds left.

Soap furiously typed the code Volt gave them and pressed enter as soon as it's done. The launch didn't stop. Soap figured that they were too late, but Price's face never looked worried.

"Captain. The launch didn't stop! What are we going to do?" France said, worried.

"It's all according to plan." He muttered as he signaled his head to head back to the rooftop.

"Let's burn this place down." He added and they all ran back to the rooftops for exfil.

"Dropping the skyhook now! Latch yourselves in!" Eagle Two Four yelled as the thick rope dropped from the sky, Soap quickly latched himself in and looked behind him. France was a few meters away from the final hook as a stray bullet grazed her thigh.

"France! Hang on!" Soap quickly detached himself almost automatically, without thinking. The rest of the team were already being hoisted up when they noticed the two members still on the rooftops.

Soap's body felt the rush as he quickly carried her up and held her tight, running toward the last hook and quickly attaching himself in, all while holding her tight in his arms.

"Why didn't you call out to me? You know I'm going to save you whatever it takes." he whispered as he felt France already in tears. If it wasn't for him always checking out on her, she would've been left alone in that abandoned building.

"Is she going to be fine?" The worried Scotsman asked the nurse. His voice was almost loud enough to disturb everyone else.

"She got hit twice. One on the chest and one on the thigh. They're both minor but she just passed out from the panic and exhaustion. We found this on her chest. The thing practically saved her life." The nurse handed over his journal. Soap's eyes widened at the hole that pierced through the whole book. He must've left it when he typed the abort codes and she must've grabbed it from there.

"The bullet barely pierced through her armor thanks to that book." She said as Soap looked up and silently thanked that she was safe. He quickly flipped through the pages until he found the page where he drew her. The bullet hole on the page was where her heart was. It was funny because it was the other way around. That woman was the one that fired a bullet straight to his heart. And he wasn't a big fan of metaphors at this rate.

"So is she okay?" Roach quickly ran to Soap's side, a worried look on his face. Alex and Price were behind him.

"The journal saved her." He said, raising the pierced black book as proof.

"She's lucky enough you got her on time. I couldn't think of any other way she could be saved from there." Price commented as she looked at her through the glass.

"She's a tough lad. But sometimes she needs to understand that she isn't alone." Price added and Alex nodded.

"She'll wake up soon." Alex tapped Soap's shoulder and he nodded, as they left the infirmary for another briefing.

On the way to the briefing room, they caught up with Ghost and Alexandra bringing an unknown man to the interrogation area, which prompted the team to follow.

Inside the interrogation room's observation area, the team sat while Price and Jack talked to the man.

"Nice to see ya, Jack. Thought Nero got rid of you." He smugly said with a wide annoying grin on his mouth.

"Who is this prick, anyway?!" Roach hissed.

"That's Gabriel Lannister. CIA's Research and Development Head." Alex said nonchalantly, Soap could see the disbelief in his eyes. There was more than just one mole in his previous department.

"He was the one in charge with the mass manipulation of the missing persons cases." Ryder added.

"While you lot launched the nuke, he went off running with four convoys of protection. Luckily we were able to intercept them by the bridge." Ghost informed.

"What about the nuke?" Soap asked, completely forgetting about it. It was his responsibility, as he typed the whole command on it.

"Blasted at Nero's fleet not too far from the White House. If you were five seconds later, the war would've ended differently." Ryder supplied the information.

"And the capital?" Roach asked.

"Mostly damaged, but it will recover. Turns out Nero did really burn the place down." Ghost answered.

"What about Nero?" Alex asked, eyes not leaving the whole interrogation.

"No one knows where he is. We were hoping this guy would give information about him." Ryder pointed to Gabriel, who was having a fun time at the interrogation.

The tension inside the room was different. Each person had their own little realizations and this pushed them to end the war as soon as possible.

Soap immediately exited the area and went back to the infirmary.

"Hey." He was greeted by France, who was already up.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, his tone more concerned than ever.

"Well, It doesn't hurt right now but… I'm… I almost died out there, John… What if I died?" Her voice croaked and tears started falling from her eyes. John quickly approached her and hugged her gently close to his chest.

"Don't say that… What's important is you're alive… I got you and you're safe…" He whispered.

"Thank you." She croaked. John just rubbed her back assuring her everything will be alright.

"No. Thank you. You changed me, France. You made me realize a lot of things. I know that this isn't the most perfect place right now, but… Will you be my girlfriend? Because I can't help thinking about how every single day of my life since I met you, I can't stop thinking about you. Your smile, your face, the things you say, the way you hide what you really feel. I want all of those and after that last mission, I realized that I shouldn't have left you waiting. There was no better time than as soon as possible." He said, offering his notebook as replacement for flowers.

France nodded with tears in her eyes, accepting the journal with confusion.

"Turn it on the last page." Soap said as she did it, showing a sketch of her and him together happily smiling. She wore the clothes she wore when they were out together in that coffee shop.

"This is beautiful." She said, tracing a finger on the paper.

"I love you, John MacTavish." She said as she leaned in for a kiss, not letting him reply.

Next Chapter : FOUR Weeks of Silence

Notification Squad my Beloved

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singingcookie · 5 years ago

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HELLO YES CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT ADORABLE CARRY AND HOW THEY DIDNT REALIZE HE WAS STILL HOLDING HER AT FIRST PLS AND THANMK

Ah yes. So like, fun fact: this chapter also turned out really different from its outline. Well. Everything but the last scene turned out really different. But I have fun stuff about that and pretty much everything else so...another outline comparison?

Obviously spoilers for chapter 21 of DoJ under the cut

Back to Ochako’s pov

This should start up incredibly chaotic. The sound of screams, being bumped into from people scurrying either to or from the where the flames are congregated. Ochako’s nose is burning from the smoke, and she has to cough to even take a deeper breath in.

Details are hard lol! I tried writing down notable sensory details to get me going but it still took ages to write the first page or so. Finding ways to word the images in my head and have them come across so hectic was really hard for me 😩

There’s a question of what they should do when Deku’s phone rings. It’s Todoroki. Ochako stands close to Deku’s side to try and listen but she can barely make anything out with all the commotion going on. She almost contemplates asking for speaker but, all things considered, that obviously wouldn’t fare any better. Deku mostly just seems to be agreeing and listening until he finally says that they’ll do their best and hangs up. Todoroki said that Iida had called Aizawa immediately. They were closer to the havoc and they’re helping lead the effort to get civilians to safety and any possible need for triage. Luckily a decent number of the class was already nearby so some are fending them off and other are helping with the effort to grab civilians.

So as you can see here things............deviated. A lot. I had a really hard time actually planning out how this chapter was gonna go and I pretty much wrote up this part of the outline going “okay this is probably gonna change but these are the basics. The basics I have to get across.

So as you can see, originally I thought of having izuocha like....idk too far away? Too in shock? To jump to action. Which was, honestly, very dumb on past me’s part but they were quick to say “fuck you we’re helping” like of course.

They wanted to rush over to deal with the trees and help but I was standing there like these guys are so far away how tf is this gonna work. And that’s when it was like “omg, bridal carry.”

I think I had to break from writing after deciding that though. And I was telling my little sister about it while we were in the car. And we kind of mutually came up with the scene. We played around with the scenario a little bit, and it was originally a jokey thing. But after we talked about it, and she agreed (as a Tododeku shipper) that she thought it flowed well and made sense, I decided to include it. It was so vivid though we could both imagine as a scene in the manga so a day or two later I decided I had to commission it.

I’ll be forever grateful that @jellojolteon was up for the task and did it so so wonderfully. 💖💖💖

We also were joking around about the Momo thing and after telling @savetheirhearts-midoriya about it but saying I thought it was too goofy to include, she told me I had to include it. And who was I to refuse? Lmao

Looking back on this though idk how I thought that that it was gonna be chaos but still chill enough to be able to have a phone call smh. Luckily I’m not super strict on my outline being the end all be all lmao

I definitely like the way it turned out a lot better though. Did a good job with showing the class’s self reliance. Especially considering they’re in third year now. It shows off that they have this kind of thing down pat now. Kinda like how the Big Three came off in canon.

They decide they should try to tell other civilians where to go (maybe check how long the street usually is in Kanagawa for the festival) in the midst of that, they see Toogata and Amajiki with Eri. They explain they were with Aizawa but he felt it might be best if they go to safety with the others. They didn’t want to leave Toogata and Eri alone but Amajiki will go back into the fray once he’s guaranteed they’ve made it safely. They explain where to find Aizawa and they take off.

Maybe include a conversation with Ochako saying that, all things considered, at least this attack is happening where a handful of pros and a majority of the 3rd year hero course were out tonight. Deku wonders if that’s really much of a relief. “Was it just a coincidence or…?”

Ochako blinks in surprise, about to stew on that thought a little more when there’s a scream just up ahead. A little further ahead, there’s two girls, twins from the look of it. One is on the ground, unconscious and disheveled as well as a bloodied arm.

ooooooh right, again, more differences here. I never altered the fact that I changed the setting in my outline LOL. Mostly because I knew and it seemed pointless to change something so small when I already know lol. I wanted to include Eri a little here but when I thought about it it just felt like it would slow down the pace of the scene. And it just felt too....pushy? Idk something about it just felt off. So I decided to cut it. I also changed where Aizawa came into play but I’ll get to that in a few lol.

Second and third paragraphs though are the same. I knew I wanted to highlight the fact that is was very likely targeted.

Aizawa arrives right as they do and they ask what happened. The sister explains that they were wandering around the festival looking for her boyfriend who was further down. She started to go off ahead, but some crazy girl popped out of the alley and attacked her sister. She ran off before the twin could come back over. She tried to stem the bleeding but--

Ochako says they’ll take it from here as she goes to join the girl on the side with the bleeding arm. She says that she feels bad doing this since Inko worked so hard but she tears off some of the bottom of her yukata, to wrap the wound.

Alright so, I changed where Aizawa came in mostly because I felt like, upon, writing it, he would be coming from further into the festival than they were. And they’re up toward to front, so it only made sense to have him show up late....not to mention that he might notice that the girl (Toga) was acting a little off. So I had to limit his exposure LOL

The story was pretty much the same and, real talk, I wanted an excuse to free up Ochako’s movement since a yukata is a little limiting. But I definitely wanted to feel the ache that came with messing up something that we spent so much time waiting for. I went ahead and added some details about Toga looking a little too long before this next part just to drive home that something really doesn’t feel right about this girl...

The twin watches her, seemingly entranced, an unblinking expression on her face. “You really know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Oh well, I’m a hero in training!” Ochako’s a little embarrassed. “It’s all in the job.”

“We should get both of you over to triage,” Deku notes, looking toward Aizawa. This seems to snatch the other girl’s attention from Ochako’s deftly moving hands. “They can help check on her properly there.” The sister suddenly jumps to her feet, suddenly remembering her boyfriend’s further ahead and alone. She has to go find him and takes off

“Ah wait!! Eraserhead, Uraraka-san, I’ll go make sure she’ll make it okay, be right back!” He takes off too.

Pretty much the same, as far as what’s conveyed, I think. Especially highlighting that something’s wrong with this twin and that Ochako’s uncomfortable. Though, here I didn’t spell out the latter as clearly as I felt it during outlining.

Main difference is who’s saying what and--again, tbh I like how the final result came out better. Toga pretty much dips as soon as Aizawa shows up. Because 1) Aizawa’s caught her in the act before (during Overhaul arc with Rock Lock) and 2) his quirk immediately takes off hers. So she knew she had to get out ASAP once she saw who it was. I also changed Deku’s “be right back” because what the point of coming back if they’re taking the passed out one to where triage is? Dumb lol

Ochako wonders if she should maybe use her Quirk on the woman to help make it quicker for them to transport her. Aizawa says he’s not sure that’s necessary. He doesn’t want to send her or Midoriya off alone because it sounds like a lot more of the League than what they’ve actually seen. And...yeah, it’s awfully weird that they haven’t really seen a lot of them. Did they really concentrate their attack closer to the entrance? But then there’s the person who attacked this woman--

Her thought is cut off when Aizawa continues, “And if I go to take her, you won’t know when to release your Quirk. It’s probably better not to”

The first part of this is confusing--likely because originally I planned on Deku coming back but once I realized that was a little futile I had to rephrase how this was worded lol. But no matter what I didn’t want anyone to think too hard about who was doing the attacking yet (I figured people would get it by then but I still wanted to keep it low profile).

The girl between them suddenly wakes up, startled, and they assure her that they’re heroes on the scene. “It seems you were attacked and passed out from the fall or possibly received a blow to the head.”

“And you guys got rid of her?”

“No, the villain seemed to take off when your sister came over to help.”

“What? But--”

“Oh, don’t worry, she’s okay! She went to go find her boyfriend but she and our friend’ll be--”

“No, that’s.” She looks between them seemingly more dazed and confused. “I don’t have a sister.”

Aizawa says that she received a blow to the head. It’s possible that she has a concussion and she’s a little confused. “No, I’m telling you I don’t have a sister!”

“I’m an only child, and I came here alone!”

This whole exchange was more or less the same. To be honest, most of this last scene is lmao. This scene (unlike the rest of the chapter outline) was super vivid when I planned it out and whenever scenes are vivid, they almost always play out exactly the same as my outline lol

That said, chapter 22 is incredibly vivid so. Prepare yourself 👀👀👀👀👀

“But she looked just like you…” Twins. A crazy girl. She happened to be unconscious and...had a blood wound. Just like her.

She pales. No way. She doesn’t want to believe it. Not even a little. But her body moves before she can think, taking off with no heed to Aizawa calling after her.

Deku-kun!!

This was, again, near exactly the same because it was such a vivid image in the planning stage that it carried over well into actual writing. For a little bit I debated whether I should actually name drop Toga but ultimately I was like “the readers are smart, I don’t have to hold their hand about it!” So I trusted yall to put two and two together lol

But yeah, that about sums it up!! The notorious scene actually only happened because of Izuocha wanting to help and me and my Tododeku shipper sister sitting in the car in the BK drive thru if I’m not mistaken lmfao

#ask #Kat #adventures in writing #Drops of Jupiter #Kelly replies #thank you for sending something and sorry for going overboard again #ily Kat!!!#vixensheart

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darling-i-read-it · 7 years ago

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Homework

Billy Hargrove x reader

Word Count: 1959

Warnings: cuss words, near sexual encounter but nothing really

Author’s Note: Songs Without Words!! I am no way excusing Billy’s racist and stupid behavior btw he’s still a crappy person but I wanna assume he’ll get better.

Summary: Billy’s in love with his science partner and needs to get with her ASAP.

Genre: FLUUFFF

Song: Head over heels by tears for fears

Billy’s Playlist

(not my gif)

Billy Hargrove didn’t fall in love with anybody. He didn’t long for someone’s presence or voice or hair or legs.

Legs maybe.

But nothing else. He was cold, he was a fuck and forget kind of guy. He was in no way ever going to be the kind of guy who ‘settled down and had a nice life’. He was bound to dropout of high school, work on cars and pick up chicks for the rest of his life.

Until he met you. You were a problem. You were stopping him from fulfilling his high school dropout prophecy and he didn’t like that. In fact he hated that.

But he couldn’t bring it in himself to hate you.

That made him angrier though.

Because you were just another girl.

But you weren’t. And that pissed him off.

You were with your friends, just chatting about life and it’s times and Billy was watching from afar. He had science with you, second period and he made a point every morning not to skip that class although he made a different excuse to himself each time.

It’s my lowest grade He didn’t care. He didn’t even know if it was.

I need to intimidate Harrington. Who wasn’t in that class with him.

Dad would kill me if I skipped. The truest one of the bunch to say the least. His dad would have his head if he skipped. Not that Billy really cared much, no matter how much it hurt when he got drunk.

But each was a cover for the fact that he just really needed to see his science partner. You. You treated him like just another person, a guy in the class as any other and although he hated that you dismissed his flirting for ‘just being a guy’ he loved the fact that you didn’t really care.

It crossed his mind once that you liked girls and the thought made his heart lurch with fear. Although he asked a friend of your friend and confirmed you were in fact, into dudes.

Today was another science class day which made him happy. He had science every other day so when he realized today was a good day he trotted into school, promptly as the bell for second period rang. He sat across from you as usual and you gave him a smile that you hoped showed that you were in a good mood today.

Truth be told you were nowhere near in a good mood. You were in a crappy mood, your first period math class being more horrible than it usually was. Somehow Billy saw right through you.

“What’s up princess?” he asked. You shook your head and tried another smile.

“Nothing’s wrong Billy I don’t know where you’d get that id-”

“What’s wrong Y/N?” he tried again. You sighed and slumped your shoulders.

“Math class. You know usual not understanding things,” you confined. Billy smiled his winning smile at you.

“Actually I don’t. I don’t go to math class.” You rolled your eyes.

“I forgot. You only go to science. Am I really just that charming?” you joked.

Yes.

“Sure sweetheart,” he confessed subtly. “Maybe I just like blowing things up.” This gave you a laugh and he cherished in the laugh.

“I think it’s me. I’ll be honest. And don’t worry I won’t tell anyone you’ve broken your hard earned facade for me,” you joked again. He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you want.” The class started then and the teacher had to pull Billy’s eyes from you several times. You thankfully didn’t seem to notice that so he just kept staring. Just before class ended Billy tried his luck.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked after you poured in some pink liquid in the beaker. The class was packing up but you needed to take some final notes before leaving. Billy strayed with you. You eyed him out of the corner of your vision and a smile crept on your face.

“Studying for the test in two days,” you mused. He nodded. Dammit why was he so nervous!

“In this class?” he asked. You nodded as you wrote something down in the notebook. You shared it which was a strategy for studying later but personally you loved it. Your handwriting mixed with Billy’s was so pleasing to you for some reason. Your doodles mixed with his during the lectures of class.

“Yeah you didn’t get that memo when you were staring at me,” you joked. Billy put a toothpick in between his teeth.

“Maybe I could come over and help? Or maybe you could help me considering you are the one who who keeps me always distracted.” You laughed.

“Sorry I’m so pretty. Maybe you should try Nancy though. She’d help you,” you told him. You were playing hard to get and he knew this. You knew he knew this.

“Hey but you’re my gorgeous science partner. Shouldn’t I be sharing the notes with you anyway? They do help with studying,” he mocked you. It was what you had told him when you suggested the idea. You sighed. “There’s no point in fighting me and you know it doll,” he slurred and you knew, deep down that he was right.

“Alright okay sure. But only one night okay?”

“Your house at 9 then?” he asked as he stood. You grabbed the notebook and wiped down the table.

“Here’s the address,” you told him absentmindedly and scribbled it in the notebook, shoving it in his arms. “Don’t be late and don’t flirt with my mom when she opens the door,” you said. He smiled and winked at you, walking away.

“No promises!”

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t nervous about tonight. You had a major crush on your science partner and seeing him alone might be bad. You weren’t bad at hiding it when you were with others but being alone with Billy Hargrove and his cologne was going to be a problem you just knew it.

You refused to be one of those girls who just slept with him but he was so goddamn appealing sometimes. All the time.

9 o’clock rolled around very slowly. You drew and read a bit but your mind refused to focus on a simple task. How were you going to study? Billy knocked at the door at exactly 9 and to your dismay, your father answered. You would have been better with him flirting with your mom and not being interrogated by your dad. Billy had a toothpick hanging loosely from his teeth as he smiled charmingly at your dad who was not having it.

“Oh no thank you sir you can go right back to where you came fro-”

“Dad,” you hissed angrily. He just looked at you and shook his head.

“No way you are not having him in your bedroom alone I won’t let it happen,” he sneered. Billy feigned hurt as you glanced at him and you fought a smile but both boys saw right through.

“With all do respect Mr. Y/L/N, I have nothing but pure intentions with your daughter. Just some studying.” Billy tried his hardest to say this with as much innocence as he could he really did.

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” You hit him on the arm.

“Dad do you trust me?”

“Yes but I do not trust hairspray here,” he confessed. You rolled your eyes.

“Well I wanna pass the test so I’m gonna just have to either drag Billy upstairs or I’ll just go out to his car. Unsupervised. Maybe we’ll drive around a bit, head to dinner, to the hill, to the woods…”

“You know I’m starting to like my car better,” Billy commented just as your father tried to stop you. He looked incredibly conflicted.

“Upstairs then. Go, door open. Y/N if anything happens then-” You ignored him and grabbed Billy’s arm, dragging him up the stairs.

“Hmm eager are we?” You scoffed and hit him as you walked into your room you had just cleaned. Billy looked around for a moment at the posters of bands and your choice of bedspread with an amused smile.

“When your done can we get started? Where’s the notebook?” you asked, grabbing the lab book. Billy looked down at his jacket and hands like he was surprised.

“Darn must have slipped my mind,” he said. You groaned.

“Billy!” He shrugged and sat on your bed beside you. He grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his lighter, blowing the smoke out into the air. You groaned again. “You’re insufferable,” you told him.

“Then why do you wanna kiss me so bad?”

This caught you off guard. You were flustered and fumbling on your words. But you really did want to kiss him. Really really bad.

This caught him off guard. Why had he said that? He was going to ruin his chances with you!

“Maybe being intolerable is appealing to me,” you breathed. You were surprised you had said anything, unsure quite where that had some from. Billy was unaware you had that in you either.

Hot.

“As I recall you called it insufferable,” he told you, facing you. You were standing and he was sitting and he did, he looked so damn kissable.

“I don’t hear much studying up there!” your dad’s voice rang but you ignored it, keeping your eye contact with the man in front of you. You pushed the door shut with your heel and lunged yourself toward Billy, locking lips and you swear, in that moment everything felt perfect.

And Billy was having a field day. You had kissed him. How did he get that to happen? He wasn’t quite sure but he knew he didn’t want it to stop.

You kept coming back for air and then diving back into it. His hands wandered around your body ranging largely from your hair to your back.

That was soon diminished however as you heard the footsteps of your father walking up the stairs. You pulled away, causing Billy to whine which made you laugh as you stood and fixed your blouse. You sat quickly on your desk chair and opened the textbook to a random page. As the door opened, you were rushing into a explanation of a chemical you knew practically zero about.

“Oh hey dad.” You turned to look at him. Billy shifted so that he was laying against the end of your bed so your dad couldn’t see his unbuttoned shirt.

“Mr. Y/L/N,” Billy gave no reason for your father to suspect anything except for his eyes which clearly gave him away.

“Out. Go. Sho. Away from my daughter,” you dad called and you sighed.

“To the car then?” You asked as you stood up again. Billy nodded.

“We’ll just finished what we started there.”

You left your father with a horrified look and no idea where you were going.

All day: @swanky-batman @drunktnkmelomaniac

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things

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venora-the-rogue · 8 years ago

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Eyes.

So I’m cleaning out my laptop, and I came across this little number. I think I wrote it for a NaNoWriMo competition a couple of years ago, but anyway it’s hella cheesy and follows an interesting AU regarding eye ‘colour’ and here for your enjoyment or criticism or possibly both or whatever. *

I glanced around at the faces that passed by me. Ghosts that haunt the city. Unaware of the beauty they held in their eyes. Not the concrete jungle around them, of course, but the world in that area of the beyond – you know, the one that lies just at the edge of your periphery, clutching at the corners of your eyes, wanting to be seen, to be acknowledged.

But not in this world.

No, this world was monotonous shades of black, grey and chrome, broken here and there by the white glare of “social networking”. Which was all a lie, of course. Because nothing says “social” like the urban solitude of eyes locked in battle with touchscreens. Like the windows of our souls have been chained to the bars of the windows of applications, and the chain continues to link through all the new windows opened in new tabs, as souls are slowly pulled forth and sucked into the vastness of the Ethernet to be held on display for eternity.

Does it even matter anymore that those windows, individual and personal and precious, so deeply reflect nature in all its glory?

There was a buzz in my pocket. I pulled out my phone.

Sin u fre

I sighed. Goddamn.

Are you going to ask me properly?

He’s going to hate me.

The phone buzzes.

Grr SINEAD R YOU FREE?

I chuckled.

Close enough. Where am I meeting

you?

Corner 5th n Bdwy

I pocketed the infernal device and strode out of the square.

As I walked to the corner I watched as people’s eyes stayed glued to their technology. Every now and then a pair of eyes would glance up at me as I passed, but would immediately dart away.

I let the crisp afternoon air whistle out of my nose.

People were always afraid of that which was different.

Where their eyes were (at this point in the late, rainy afternoon) a mottled grey, mine glared back with their deep, speckled black.

I pulled my hood close around my pale face, knowing my little nose and pale cheeks were flushed a soft red by now. Gah, how embarrassing.

I wove through the bustling bodies and spotted Kevin at the corner, waving at me. Got to give him credit: when he meets up with me he avoids the drag of technology. He knows how much I hate it. He stood there in his fashionably holey jeans, Docs and a flannel over a plain white t-shirt. Keeping up with modern trends, yet a little rough around the edges. His coat hung from the nook of one arm. How is he not cold?

I strode up to him, hands stuffed in the pockets of my jacket, and stretched up on my toes to lightly head-butt him, as was our friendly greeting. He chuckled, and his breath burst through those annoyingly perfect teeth in smoky white gusts. This winter was quickly becoming a cold one.

“Hey, I’ve got someone for you to meet!”

He moved aside to reveal a girl about my age, my height, whose back was to me. He tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around, having been oblivious to my approach, and I noticed the white cord of her earphones brushing against her dark neck. She saw me and quickly pulled them out of her ears with one hand, extending the other towards me.

“Hi! I’m Leena!”

I blinked at her and took her hand, trying not to notice the stark contrast between her rich skin and my ghostly own.

“Sinead. How do you know Kevin?”

“Economics 101. You?”

“Film and Visual Studies.”

She shot a glance up at Kevin. “I didn’t know you studied Film!”

He shrugged. “It was a phase.”

“Excuse me,” I shot at him, “Fine Arts are not just a phase. If I remember correctly, you enjoyed those classes. Not my fault your father made you change.”

“Yeah, remember how we don’t talk about that?”

“Whatever, man.” I returned my gaze to Leena, and for the first time really considered her eyes. Even in the cold grey of the afternoon, amidst the looming clouds and the steady shimmer of rain, her eyes remained an almost iridescent honey gold, with pink undertones.

She blinked and looked to the ground, tucking a curl behind her ear.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“No, it…it’s okay.” She glanced back up at me. “Yours are different too.”

I felt my cheeks flush, and cleared my throat. “So, where are we going for coffee?”

“I know a nice little café near the park,” Leena suggested. “It’s tucked away in a quiet side-street, they’re really lovely in there.”

***

The train rattled along the tracks, taking me home. We’d spent most of the evening in the café talking and laughing and sharing snacks, reminiscing in our pairs. But I’d noticed something different in the air all evening.

Kevin hadn’t brought Leena along by accident.

After we’d farewelled Leena I’d probed him about it. His enduring silence had left me with an almost sour taste in my mouth. He never kept anything from me.

I found myself unintentionally glaring at people along the train carriage. With the sun gone down and the stars beginning to pop out, everyone else’s eyes looked almost like mine now. So when they accidentally caught my gaze, nobody quickly averted their eyes.

The night was my realm.

Yet I felt far from comfort.

My mind tracked through the course of the day. Lectures, a hurried lunch from the deli as I walked to the square, then the café.

I felt like I’d barely listened to Kevin talking that afternoon. Most of my memory of the café was filled with Leena’s face. Especially those eyes…

Was she like me, then? One eye colour, one mode, trapped in that time frame, where all others shifted with the hours and the weather?

Ugh. It was beginning to bug me more than it should. I’d have to let it slide for now.

But as I went through my daily routine, dragging through the week, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her lilting laugh echoed through the crowded caverns of my mind as I drifted through the tedious tasks of the day, her eyes glowing in the backdrop of my dreams. For my dreams are always backed by a golden sun just below the horizon.

The following weekend, sitting on the floor of my shower, the chemical smell of shampoo staining the air, warm flush staining my cheeks, I heard my phone buzz through the music that beat against the edges of the surrounding steam. I sighed heavily, heaved myself up to my feet, turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around me. I quickly dried my hands and reached for the phone.

Sinead, are you doing anything

today?

Kev, since when do you use

proper English in texting?

Actually it’s Leena.

Kevin’s in the men’s, he told

me to message you and ask

if you wanted to join us – we

were thinking about that new

indie film that’s just come out?

I’d thought about seeing that one. The reviews had only given it 3.5 stars, but I’d long ago given up on their judgement of films.

Sure thing. Text through the

cinema of choice and I’ll meet

you guys there asap.

***

We ended up going bowling instead, but made plans to get together again by the end of the month to see that film.

It was alright.

We continued like this over the course of a few months, and over several coffees we grew into a very comfortable friendship. Leena and I had found a lot in common, even down to our favourite ice-cream flavour and book genre.

Our next movie date was for another newly released indie film. It was an ‘exclusive’ early viewing. Leena knew a place. This one had only received 2.5 stars.

The film, as I’d suspected, was worth at least 4 stars. Idiot critics. We decided on a new café afterwards and discussed our own personal reviews over coffee. Kevin thought the cinematography was unique. Pssht yeah, like he’d hated Film Studies.

Leena, on the other hand, was enraptured by the soundtrack. She talked about how it had moved through the scenes with perfect grace, with crests and falls and overtures that told as much story as the characters did. I noticed that when she talked about something with this amount of passion, those golden eyes lit up something fierce. It was like staring into a sunrise, the sun just waiting to burst over the horizon.

I talked about the performances, having found them both moving and stoic enough in the right moments to be realistic and relatable. After a while I noticed Leena was watching me with the same interest as I had when she’d spoken.

When she’d gotten up to go to the ladies, I turned on Kevin.

“What gives?” I whispered.

“You like her? I knew you’d get along.”

“Dude, she’s…I don’t know, she’s…”

“She finds you very interesting too. She wouldn’t stop talking about you at lunch. She was the one who insisted on you joining us today.”

“I mean she seems nice, and pretty cool, but—”

“Sin. Really. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“Dude…”

“You’re more alike than you think.”

“Oh, I know how alike we are.” My thoughts turned again to those eyes. “What’s with—”

“The burning sunset in her eyes? Dunno. Pretty cool, huh?”

I glared at him. “As ‘pretty cool’ as my freakishly dark ones?”

He shrugged. “So your eyes are stuck in eternal night. So what?”

I shook my head. There was no reasoning with this boy.

Leena hurried back and pulled her phone out of her bag as she recounted how strange the ladies room was in this café, marvelling at the range of fancy, organic soaps.

But as she checked her phone, her face immediately fell.

“Oh god, I…I’m so sorry, I have to go.”

My throat tightened. “What is it? What’s happened?”

“I can’t, I…I just…” she quickly gathered her things, pulling on her coat haphazardly. “…I’m sorry…” She rushed out of the café, leaving Kevin and I staring curiously at the door, completely befuddled.

All the way home I tried messaging her.

Hey. Is everything okay?

Do you want to talk about

it?

It’s okay if you don’t want

to talk about it. But we’re

here for you. Kev and I. You

know…if you need us.

I compulsively checked my phone the whole train ride home, but it remained as silent as the carriage for all its barren conversation.

***

It was 3am before I heard back from Leena. I’d slept restlessly, my stomach churning, and had woken up at a quarter to three. Propped up in bed, re-reading a book whose cover had worn away years ago, I heard my phone buzz against the table. Never before had my hand lashed out to grab it so fast.

I need help.

My heart stopped for a second. Shit, don’t panic…

Okay…what do you need?

It was a good ten minutes before she responded.

I don’t know…oh

god, I don’t know…

Where are you?

Princess Memorial

Hospital.

My heart jolted again. My fingers were a blur as I replied.

I’ll be there asap. I’m bringing

ice-cream. You like strawberry,

right?

I don’t think they’ll let

you bring food in.

I really don’t give a damn. I’m

bringing it. Also books. Got a great

one I think you should read.

Without waiting for her to reply I jumped out of bed, hurriedly pulled on some sweatpants and a jacket, stuffed the necessities into my bag, messily pulled my fair hair into some sort of bun, and rushed out the door.

I got to the hospital within the half hour, nervously waiting in the empty foyer for the elevator as Leena gave me the room number. I was losing patience, contemplating taking the stairs, when it arrived with a –ding!-.

I rushed in before the nurse at the front desk got back, before she could tell me the usual ‘no visitors allowed after hours’.

The doors opened onto the third floor and I stuck my head out, checking that the coast was clear. I quietly dashed out and down the hall to the right, checking the numbers. 15…16…17…

I reached 18 and stopped, hesitating.

Taking in a deep breath, I lightly tapped on the door, and it swung ajar.

Peeking in, I spotted Leena in the corner, dark circles under her puffy eyes, her sunset gaze staring into nothingness.

I sidled in quietly, closing the door with a –click!- behind me. She blinked and turned those eyes on me.

Oh god…the pain in that gaze was almost unbearable. My heart lurched against my ribcage, and I walked slowly, quietly, further into the room.

In the bed across from Leena’s chair was a middle-aged woman, unconscious, sunken-eyed, hollow-cheeked, and wired up to all manner of contraptions that gathered around her bedside like mechanical vultures to prey.

I glanced back over at Leena, who was staring at the woman again. She tried to take in a deep shuddering breath, got about halfway there, and then broke down. I dropped the bag I was carrying and moved over to her, kneeling before her, resting a hand on her arm.

“Leena…what do you need?”

Her eyes swam, a river of tears cascading down her full, speckled cheeks as she shook her head. “I don’t…I don’t know…”

I watched her pull her legs up to her chest, drawing in her arms, and realised that internally she was slowly imploding.

I perched myself on the arm of the chair and wrapped her up in my embrace, resting her head on my chest. We stayed like that for ages, as I just let her cry it out.

While I gently stroked her tight, messy curls, I did the math.

The woman in the bed: probably her mother. The situation: some kind of cancer, judging by how little of her was left. The circumstances: life support. She was practically on death’s door.

When Leena had calmed down some, I picked up the bag and produced the tub of ice-cream and two spoons. I sat myself on the floor in front of her, resting against her legs, quietly providing the comfort of presence, and passed back one of my old, tattered books.

We waited out the early hours of the morning in reverent silence.

***

The next day I finally plucked up the courage to ask her about it.

“So…what is it?”

“Lung cancer.” Ouch. “She wasn’t even a smoker, she was always super healthy. I guess some people are just…” she trailed off, then blinked. “Anyway, her body hasn’t been able to fight it well enough.”

“Has it spread anywhere else yet?”

“No. But lungs are delicate things.”

I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Both lungs? Or just one?”

“Just the one. But it hit her hard. The life support is mostly to pump oxygen into her, since her lungs aren’t doing a good enough job of it. The good one is struggling on its own.”

“Has nobody stepped forward as a donor?”

“I have. Otherwise the waiting list is a mile long. But they won’t do a full lung transplant from a living donor.”

“Right.” I thought at length about it, then pulled out my retched device to message Kevin.

Come to PMH. Asap.

Bring your portable

wifi.

***

As Kevin consoled Leena, I stepped out into the corridor. Having taken full advantage of his wifi, I was in the process of looking up medical advice when a specialist approached the room.

“Ma’am, are you here visiting the patient in Room 18?”

“Kind of. Hey, what are the chances of a lung transplant from a living donor?”

He sighed with resignation. “I have spoken to Miss Leena about this. We’d need a second living donor volunteer for there to be any hope of a successful transplant.”

“Blood type?”

“Uh…I’m not exactly authorised to share—”

“Sir, I really need to you understand the gravity of this situation.”

He hesitated, then checked his notes. “B positive.”

I nodded, thoughtful. It was decided.

“Doctor, I’m wondering if you could help me.”

***

As the doctor spoke to Leena, I pulled Kevin out into the corridor.

“Kev, I need you to cover for me. Look after Leena post-surgery, okay?”

“What surgery, what—” something changed in his blue-sky eyes. “Sin…”

“Dude, this is a really important favour.”

He scratched the back of his head. “How the hell am I supposed to look after two people at once?”

“Do I have your word?”

“…ugh, fine.” We butted heads lightly, and I patted him on the shoulder. The doctor was done speaking with Leena, so I popped in my head.

“I need to run some errands. Finish off the ice-cream, and get through as much of that book as you can. Trust me, you’ll love the ending. I’ll see you later, okay?” Before she could answer, I was gone.

*****

I woke up slowly, the anaesthesia doing its utmost to drag me back under. My eyes wouldn’t open, and my throat felt dry.

“Mm…”

I felt a hand on mine. A little rough around the edges.

“Sin, how are you feeling?” Kevin’s voice was low, quiet.

I tried speaking again. “Lee…”

“You two are a pair of crazy ladies, you know that?” He chuckled quietly. “She pulled through nicely. They’re transplanting the lung segments now.”

I sort of nodded, as best I could in my condition. I could feel myself drifting back into sleep.

“It’s okay, Sin. I’ll be here.”

“Look…”

“Yeah. I’ll look after her. I know.”

***

The mid-afternoon sunlight shot through the blinds, searing through my eyelids, turning my waking vision into a sea of red.

I pulled up a weary hand to shield my stinging eyes, and felt a shadow fall over me. I took the opportunity to blink my eyes open.

Kevin was standing by me.

“Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty.” I responded by poking my tongue out, and he laughed quietly, his eyes blazing the bright gold of mid-afternoon. “Feel any better?”

I licked my lips, desperate for moisture. “More awake.”

“Good, because there’s someone on your other side who has a bone to pick with you.”

Even in my groggy state I felt my heart shudder, and as I turned my head I was met by that searing golden gaze.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Leena croaked, propped up in the bed next to mine.

“Same thing you were.” I swallowed hard. What’s a girl got to do to get a drink of water around here?

“You could have…” she trailed off, and I suddenly felt my stomach drop. Oh man, I didn’t even think…

“Leena’s mom came out alright too.” Kevin moved around and pulled up a seat between us, at the foot of our beds. “She’s still on life support for now, while her new lung material figures out what to do, but the doc reckons she’ll start a good recovery soon.”

I sighed with relief, and turned back to Leena. She was still glaring at me.

“What?”

“Did you even stop to think—”

“No, actually, I didn’t.” I let my gaze drop to the floor. “I didn’t think. Sorry.” I sighed. “I just wanted to help. Seeing you like that…”

“Like what?”

I looked back up at her. “It wasn’t just killing her. It was killing you.” She held my gaze, unblinking, processing. “You just didn’t know it yet.” I couldn’t tear myself away from that gaze. “I couldn’t bear to see you like that. So I did what I could.”

She was quiet for a long time.

“How will I ever make it up to you?” she asked, almost a whisper.

“Leena, seriously, you don’t have to—”

“Sinead.” Her eyes were intense. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Well, you could take her out to dinner.” Kevin’s voice cut in, booming in comparison to our near-whispers.

“Kev!”

“She likes Mediterranean.”

“KEVIN!”

“Done.” I shot my glance back to Leena, who was nodding, her concentration face on.

“Leena…”

“No, this is perfect.” I saw the ghost of a smile touch the corner of her lips. “It’s a great idea.” She looked up, letting that smile gently spread. “I know a place.”

“Of course you do.” I sighed with exasperation. “Fine. Okay. But the next meal I’m buying.”

“Oh shut up, we’ll split the next one.”

“Depends how good this place is. If it’s really as amazing as I know you’re about to suggest—”

“You’ll love it, it’s…” she stopped, catching up to my comment, and a small laugh escaped her. I joined her momentarily, until we both had to gasp for breath. Our lungs were still healing, after all.

“So…”

“Yeah…so…”

“Oh for god’s sake, get a room,” Kevin sighed loudly.

“You’re in it,” I shot back, and as he hauled himself out of the chair he laughed.

“Alright, alright. I’m going to go feed the first floor vending machine all my precious small change to get a downsized can of soda. You gals want anything?”

I glanced back at Leena, and we both smiled. “Nah, we’re good.”

He shrugged, striding out, leaving the two of us to settle into a comfortable silence, her lost in the constant midnight of my gaze, and I knew that I’d follow the burning sunrise in her eyes to the end of my days.

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le-fleurbleue · 7 years ago

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Can you answer please? 1-Name, age & height 2-Favorite music 3-Favorite animal 4-Favorite color 5-Favorite food, drink & dessert 6-Do you cook? 7-Where in abroad would you like to go? 8-What's your favorite season? 9-What are you afraid of? 10-Introvert or extrovert? 11-What do you want to have now? 12-Ideal type+date 13-In what place do you mostly feel calm? 14-Your strong & weak points 15-How do you relieve from stress? 16-What are you happy about recently? 17-Tell me smt random about yourself

I feel comfortable with these questions so, why not!

1- Name: ileana | Age: 20something :-) | Height: 1.65 m2- Favorite music: Rock and all its sub-genres.3- Favorite animal: Bunnies, cats, dogs, sea turtles, Jellyfishes & pink Axolotls.4- Favorite color: Black, Indigo and dusty rose.5- Favorite food: Spicy & grilled food, sushi, pizza & sweet potatoes | Favorite drink: Green tea w/lemon, Chai latte and Coffee | Favorite dessert: Cheesecake.6- Do you cook? Yes, I cook sometimes, but I prefer baking! :D 7- Where in abroad would you like to go? Every place in the world if possible, starting with my own country, but I’d love to explore Japan, Hong Kong, India, China, Seoul, Italy and Morocco, the most.8- What’s your favorite season? Winter, because I hate the hot weather and I love Christmas and also spring, because I love seeing flowers everywhere. 9- What are you afraid of? Of losing my loved ones, I’m also afraid of clowns, needles on my body, like injections and stuff like that :S and lizards.10- Introvert or extrovert? Definitely I’m more of an introvert.11- What do you want to have now? Stability in every aspect of my life.12- Ideal type and date : *Ideal type: I don’t have an ideal type when it comes to physical appearance, maybe someone my height or taller than me, but I’d love if he’s kind, respectful, loyal, open-minded, honest, loves me lots, adventurous, intelligent (I’m not asking for an Einstein, but it’d be great if he’s someone I can have a conversation with, has goals in life, and can cope with adversity) and can be my best friend, etc. :-) I don’t like opposites, so it’s important for me that we both share at least few things in common so we can enjoy our moments together waaaay more ;) like a trip or road trip, a movie, the same song or food, you know, simple things like those and of course we’ll learn from each other and probably end up enjoying the things we didn’t share in commont too, but I doubt I’d fall for someone 100% opposite of me. It seems that I’m asking for too much when it comes to personality, but It’s just that I’m willing to give him back all that and more. *Ideal date: I believe that if I ever meet the right person, someone I can feel comfortable with no matter what and loves me so much, then going for a walk, going for a coffee, watching a movie or any date will be ideal and the best. P.D. I’m being too honest here, maybe because it’s +4:00 am, & I’m kinda anonymous here, I’d never answer this on Facebook xD13- In what place do you mostly feel calm? My room.14- Your strong & weak points: Strong: I learn fast, I can multi-task, creative, honest, hard-working, I think I’m a good listener, I learn from my mistakes, etc. I think there are a few more but next.Weak: Sometimes I overthink too much and that’s a pain in the a*s, I can’t say no when someone ask for help, even if those people only talk to me when they need a favor from me T.T I just don’t like to hurt people or make them feel bad and since I’m a good person some take advantage of that, lol I have too many weak points but next.15- How do you relieve from stress? By listening to music, baking, reading, watching series, films or animations, painting, and when I was with my bunny I didn’t feel stress at all, he was the best friend ever ♡ I miss him so much!16- What are you happy about recently? I’m happy that my mom, family and friends are healthy and doing great with their lives.♡17- Tell me smt random about yourself: I don’t smoke, I’m a light weight drinker therefore I don’t drink alcohol unless my friends beg me because it’s their birthday or smt like that smh -.- lol, I love humble and genuine people, I have a half brother I never talked with in my life :c, I was studying japanese but had to stop to focus on my thesis (I’ll go back to my jap lessons as soon as I can), I can’t fall asleep before 4:00 am and I want to change that asap and there’s more but I have things to do in a few hours.

I wrote a lot but I had so much fun doing this! :D sorry if some answers seem rushed but I really have to try to sleep a little.

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veryloved · 7 years ago

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Aiming for the End

I wrote the following while flying home from Dublin, Ireland.

Eight hours and fifteen minutes left. I'm getting into project management at work, and I really picked a doozy for my first go: 2 week time window, hard deadline, and in another country. On top of that, the two week window began directly after a week spent on vacation with my family, so I'm coming up on 3 weeks away from home now. That is a really long time for a software engineer...we're usually just as useful abroad as we are at home. Ironically, I have lived away from our new home longer than I have lived in it since our move-in day.

When packing up for Ireland and enjoying some final moments on the lake in Montana, I was also adding things here and there to Cory's growing to-do list for while I was away: finish the painting, fix the vacuum, get Donut's nails trimmed, install light switch covers...poor Cory! Meanwhile, my "to-do" list for Ireland remained untouched. The work-related tasks were clear, and the list of those was long. But why was I going to Ireland, other than to get work done? Don't get me wrong, doing good work is a good thing, and Christians should do their best at their work. But the Holy Spirit, who constantly works to make us new and give us purpose, told me I was missing something. Then off I went, and the only prayer I knew how to pray was, "God, please show me why I'm here."

The first week was nuts. Two of my dearest friends just moved to Ireland, and spending as much time as possible with them was my plan for getting through the craziness of this project. I saw them only once during my entire first week there. But by God's grace, this prayer stayed with me. Sometimes I went into the bathroom (a great place to escape when you're the only woman) and prayed this when I felt like I was at the end of my rope.

By Friday, I was spent, and my friends could tell. The week prior left me feeling homesick when how I *wanted* to feel was joyful that I could finally be with my friends! I'm thankful we went to church together, as I had some wrestling to do with the Lord, and church seems to always force this to happen.

As I continued praying through why I was here, God revealed things slowly. There ended up being a lot of reasons, too many to list here, so that's an answered prayer right there! Some involved coworkers, and my dear friends, which were the sort of things I imagined. What took me more by surprise, though, was how God used this trip to Ireland to change my heart in a different way than when I am comfortable at home.

One event in particular came to mind a lot this week: a lunch Cory and I had with some friends from the U.K. a few months ago. They are an older couple, they are actually spending their retirement years on mission with YWAM SF. After nearly 4 hours of enjoying their company and conversation, what I was most struck by is what I would call immense patience. One could also call it faith. So many of the stories they shared took place over decades and decades of time. I even remember them saying something like, "You rush a lot. Don't rush, you idiot. God is faithful." It certainly sounded more British and more polite, but that was the general idea.

One of the primary things God taught me as this lunch conversation kept coming to mind: don't rush (you idiot). I have a long-term relationship with the problem of rushing, Cory can certainly tell you. It got especially bad when we moved into the new house. I was so excited to have this amazing home that God provided that I became overly goal-oriented: Find the best furniture! Fix everything! Host a dinner ASAP! Everything needed to happen yesterday, according to me. This mindset carried right on over into my Ireland trip- the goal was to get through this project as quickly as possible, and I considered cutting the trip short on many occasions. Finishing early is great, and I of course miss my husband and my home and my doggie, but this became an obsession.

My race to the finish line had me moving too quickly to properly see what God was doing in myself and in the people around me. Going to church gave me the lightbulb moment: the fix was to say "thank you." Thank you to God that I am leading a *huge* project that could have been given to someone else, thank you for providing me with a lot of co-workers to build friendships with, thank you especially that I barely had time to miss my friends before coming to Ireland to see them again. Saying "thank you" to God always involves slowing down, otherwise life is a blur and I can't see what I should be thankful for. After going to church on Sunday, I was thankful, and I was ready to slow down and re-prioritize. Instead of waiting for God to hand me something to do on a silver platter, I started taking what He had given me and working with it.

The last four days were so much more joyful than the first week, all because I slowed down and said "thanks” to God. And this was only one of the many things God taught me! So I'm ready to go home, but I am also glad I went. However, I still hate Guinness, so they probably would have kicked me out by now anyway!

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