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Secret Attractions (m) │ kth

➤ pairing│Taehyung x female reader ➤ summary│It’s hard keeping your relationship a secret. It’s especially hard keeping it a secret when both your boyfriend and brother are in the same idol group, and you don’t want your brother to dine out. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, fluff, angst, boyfriend au, brothers best friend au ➤ warnings│protected sex, it’s honestly just a quicky lol, angst, Namjoon is angryyy ➤ word count│5.2k│semi edited ➤ release date│September 12th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

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Opening the door to the small and quiet coffee shop, you are immediately hit with the strong smell of grounded coffee. You have always loved the smell of coffee and you breath in deeply as you walk further into the shop looking for your boyfriend.

You don’t spot him right away, but you know that he’s probably trying to stay hidden somewhere in the back, trying his best to not be recognized. And that is exactly where you find him; sitting on a small couch, big enough for the two of you, in in the back corner of the shop.

“Hey you,” you say once you’re close enough for him to hear you. You watch as his smile grows bigger with each step you take towards him.

“Hey my love.” He kisses you on the lips twice before you settle down beside him.

It’s been a few days since you have last seen Taehyung. Five days to be exact. Having an idol boyfriend for one, is difficult because you can go weeks – even months, without seeing each other and that has proven to be really hard at times. It’s also difficult when that said boyfriend is a member of one of the most popular groups in the world, and really can’t go places without getting recognized.

But it’s also difficult when the man you’ve fallen in love with and have been in a relationship with for the past eight months is one of your brother Namjoon’s best friends and freaking band mate.

That’s right! You are dating your brothers’ best friend and he doesn’t even know about it. It’s not that you and Taehyung deliberately have been keeping it a secret from Namjoon and the rest of the guys, you want to tell him, but you don’t know how he’s going to react when he finds out and that’s what keeping you from telling him.

“I ordered you your favorite before you got here.” Taehyung tells you and points to the iced coffee on the table waiting for you.

Leaning in you peck his lips sweetly. You linger there for a moment, just letting your lips touch before you pull away. “Thank you.”

“How has it been going in the studio?” You ask him as you take a sip of your coffee. The taste of salted caramel mixed with the taste of coffee hits your taste buds and you sigh heavenly.

“Both good and bad,” he sighs deeply. “It is a little stressful trying to get it all done in time and still trying to get everything to where we want it to be. To make it perfect.”

They have been tirelessly working on their upcoming album for months now. They have been in and out of the studio ever since they came off their schedule two weeks ago, so you haven’t really seen Taehyung or Namjoon in a while. So it feels nice to be able to sit like this with him, even if it is for just a few minutes, talking and catching up before he goes back to the studio.

Every moment you get to spend with him is precious to you.

“Yeah, Joon told me something along the same lines when I talked to him last night on the phone.”

“You talked yesterday?”

You nod. “Yeah. He called me to remind me of dinner on Friday at the dorms.”

“Oh god,” Taehyung tirelessly rubs his eyes. “yes. I had totally forgotten about that.”

Since you’ve known Taehyung and the rest of the guys since before they even debuted as BTS, you’ve had this little tradition where you will all eat a home cooked dinner together, at either their place or yours. It’s just an evening where you are able to catch up with them and spend some quality time with both your brother, your boyfriend and some of your best friends.

“Jin hyung is cooking right?” Tae asks turning his body fully towards you, his elbow resting on the back of the couch as he gives you his full attention.

“I believe so, yes.” You can almost taste the food already. You have always loved Jin’s cooking and it’s something you always look forward to.

“You are gonna come over earlier than planned right?” You don’t miss the slight mischievous sparkle in his eyes and the upturn of his lips when he asks you.

“Yes, I am.” You chuckle, fully aware of the meaning behind his question.

Taehyung leans closer to you, your lips barely making contact, his hand finds yours and your fingers lace together. “I missed you.” He gently tells, his breath hitting your lips before he fully leans in to kiss you.

Kissing him back, you realize just how much you have missed him these past few weeks.

“I missed you too.” You whisper once you pull away.

You sit at the coffee shop for longer than you expected – just the two of you, your hand resting in his much larger one, while you talk and laugh until he eventually has to get back to the studio.

Eventually, Friday rolls around, and as planned you are at the dorm long before the actual time you have planned to meet for dinner.

No one is home, except for Taehyung. He’s planned it strategic – when the others would go grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner, he’d say no to tagging along, coming up with whatever excuse to stay behind, and then when they’d left you would arrive just in time for the two of you to be alone for some time before they will come back.

“How much time do we have?” You ask Taehyung between kisses.

“30 minutes,” he hurriedly answers while taking off his shirt and pants. “40 minutes tops.”

You follow his actions – taking off your own clothes; your shirt and shorts landing next to the bed with a low thud. Just as you’re about to take off your bra Taehyung stops you.

“Leave it. We don’t have much time.”

You leave the bra on as instructed and take off your underwear instead before laying down on the bed. It’s been so long since you’ve last been intimate and you are both desperate, your ragged breathing already filling the bedroom.

Holding a condom in one hand, Taehyung settles between your already open legs and pushes his boxers down far enough for his hard member to spring free from the constricting fabric. He rolls on the condom with ease and you can’t help but moan at the sight of his skilled fingers maneuvering the rubber down his length, your hands itching to reach out and touch him.

He runs his middle finger through your folds to make sure you’re ready for him before he guides his erection to your entrance, and with a controlled thrust he pushes inside you, your walls clamming down around him.

You both moan at the feeling, the sensation filling you both from head to toe. “So perfect.” Taehyung moans as he starts moving his hips, his fingers reaching down to draw slow and lazy circles on your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips.

You watch him move. The way his abdominal muscles flex every time he sinks back inside you, the way his breath hitches when you tighten around him and the way his hands grasp your thighs so perfectly to keep you in place.

You can’t even begin to express the feelings running through your body in moments like these. Moments with him. Your entire body is filled with so much love and ecstasy for this man, and it’s getting harder and harder to control.

Afraid that you will run out of time, the speed of Taehyung’s thrust become harder and faster and the familiar feeling of your pending orgasm fills you up.

“Don’t stop!” Your back arches off the bed as he hits a particular spot inside you.

With his hands still on your thighs he grinds his hips against yours, his pubic bone hitting your clit perfectly with every move and causing a string of uncontrollable moans to spill over your lips.

“Oh god!” You gasp.

“Holy shit! I’m gonna cum babe!”

“Me too!”

With a final thrust, Taehyung sends you both over the edge, your orgasms reaching their peak at the same time.

Taehyung collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck and his arms caging you in. You sigh at the feeling of his lips brushing against your neck, your hand tangling itself in his dark hair, gently massaging his scalp. You wish you could lay like this for eternity, cuddled up in his warm embrace, but soon enough reality will hit, and the guys will be home, and this is not the situation you want to be caught in by your brother.

You pad Taehyungs back to get his attention. “You have to get off.” you tell him. Stretching your arm reach for your phone on his nightstand. “Shit! It’s already 20 to 5… they could be back at any moment.”

Taehyung gets off you with a groan, his face clearly showing how displeased he is. “I hate this.”

“I know you do. I do to.”

“We need to tell him soon ____. The longer we drag this out the worse it will be when he finds out.” He throws the used condom in the trashcan and sets to put his cloths back on. You follow his lead, starting to get dresses as well.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re just fooling around. We’ve been in a serious relationship for 8 months now – almost 9, and we both love each other like mad, but the only ones that knows about it is us. That’s wrong, don’t you think?”

Now, fully clothed again, you walk towards him, your arms reaching out to pull him closer to you. You stand on the tips of your toes as you peck his lips – once, twice. “You know I hate this constant sneaking around and secret calls in the middle of the night, but I’m just scared that Namjoon won’t approve of our relationship… and I don’t want what’s gonna happen if he doesn’t approve, to happen.”

You have a very close relationship with your brother, you’ve always had! This is practically the only secret you have ever kept from him. Growing up, you always told him every little secret that you had without ever thinking twice about it. He knows about all the crushes you’ve had, he knows when and with whom you had your first kiss, he knows about that one time where you snuck out of your parents’ house to go to a party. He even knows when you lost your virginity… Well not the exact time and all the details, but you had a steady boyfriend at the time and he kind of knew that it was going to happen eventually, so he figured it out himself without you having to tell him.

“Why wouldn’t he approve?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug and plant another kiss on his lips.

“He knows who I am. He knows what kind of person I am, and he knows that I treat the people around me well.”

“I know he does! I’m just afraid that he’ll think differently because I’m his sister and you’re one of his best friends and you’re in a band together.”

“I-“

Before Taehyung can answer you further, you both hear the front door open and voices following shortly after. You both jump apart and leave the bedroom as fast as you can without making it obvious that that is where you have just come from.

“Hey, when did you get here?” Jin asks you when you come into view behind Taehyung.

“U-Uh-“

“10 minutes ago or so.” Taehyung answers for you.

You are lounging on the couch in the living room after dinner.

Taehyung sits next to you and Jungkook and Yoongi to the other side. Jimin and Hoseok are hogging the other couch by the window for themselves, leaving Jin to sit on the floor, while Namjoon has planted himself on the soft carpet right in front of the television.

You are in the midst of a heated discussion with Jimin. He wants to dye his hair yet again, but you keep telling him that he needs to take a break, that his hair is too damaged at the moment and needs time to breath.

“Oh come on!” Jimin protests. “It’s really not that bad!” He keeps on insisting that his hair is perfectly healthy.

“Jimin, even your hair stylist told you to chill with all the hair dye.” You can’t help the slight raise in your voice as you tell him this. You don’t want all of his hair to fall out. Gently you slap Taehyung’s arm to get his attention. “Tell him Tae.”

“What?” He pretends like he didn’t hear you, not wanting to get involved.

You roll your eyes at him. “Tell him that he needs so stop with all the hair dye.”

“She’s right hyung.” You smile in triumph and cross your arms.

Jimin is sending daggers towards Taehyung, but it doesn’t seem to faze him the slightest. “She’s not-“

“Jimin, your hair is so fried that we should be calling you fried chicken.” Yoongi interrupts, causing Jungkook and Hoseok to burst out laughing.

That shuts Jimin’s mouth and he leans back in the couch with a sulk. His pouty lips making you feel bad all of the sudden. Standing you walk over to him and take a seat beside him. You wrap your arms around his rigid posture. “Don’t be mad.”

When he turns his head and huffs, you scoot even closer to him, squeezing him tighter. “I’m not saying that you shouldn’t dye your hair ever again, I’m just saying that you need to let it heal before you add more damage, okay.”

Eventually he gives in. “Fine.” He says, his body relaxing.

On the other couch you can see Taehyung looking at your arms wrapped around Jimin. He knows that this means nothing to you, that this is normal behavior.

It’s always been normal for you to sit like this with them, hugging them and whatever. If you suddenly stopped doing this, it would be abnormal, and they would be suspicious of you. But you know that Taehyung doesn’t mind. In fact, one of the things he loves the most about you is that you have such a good relationship with his friends.

Hopefully, that will make it a lot easier when you finally come clean and tell them about your relationship.

You remain in your seat next to Jimin, your arms still wrapped around him.

“____,” Namjoon calls your name from the floor. “Remember it’s granny’s birthday on Tuesday.” The light from his phone is casting a bright white glow across his chin.

You nod. “I know.”

“Did you order the present like I told you to?”

“Yes, brother dearest.” You mockingly sing and roll your eyes. Still wrapped in your arms, Jimin chuckles. “I ordered it two weeks ago to make sure that it would arrive at her house on time.”

“Good, good.” He mumbles more so to himself than you, his attention now focused back on his phone.

In front of you the television is running, a random movie playing that Hoseok put on a while ago, but no one is really paying attention to it anymore. Everyone has their eyes glued to their phones, acting like there isn’t a room full of people to talk to.

“Yah! Are you guys afraid of conversation or what? Put your phones away!”

Nothing. You’d expected Taehyung to put his phone away and talk to you, but he doesn’t. You huff when no one seems to do it either after a while, so you nudge Jimin. He briefly looks over at you before he adverts his gaze back to his phone with a, “What?”

“Talk to meeeee,” you whine, giving him your best puppy eyes even though he isn’t looking at you.

“Just a second,” he tells you. “I just wanna check the schedule for next week.”

That peaks your attention. Normally, Taehyung or Namjoon tells you their schedule for the upcoming days, but you’ve never actually seen it or what it looks like, so your curiosity gets the better of you.

Peaking over his shoulder, you watch as he scrolls down the screen, numerous of dates and descriptions for events, filling it. It makes your head spin just looking at it. You’ve always known they are busy, but holy shit!

A low huff sounds from Jungkook and he turns towards Taehyung beside him, tilting his phone to show him the screen. “Hyung, look at this picture I just found on twitter. It looks exactly like you and ____ kissing. The girl is even wearing the same jacket as ____ and she’s got the same purse.”

It seems like time stops as everyone in the room stops what they are doing. You lock eyes with Taehyung across the room.

It can’t be! But the way his face has pales slightly and his eyes go big with shock, your heart sinks.

You shift towards Namjoon. He too has turned his attention towards Jungkook and the phone in his hand. You are usually pretty good at reading him, but right now you are getting nothing.

“Let me see that.” He almost commands with a sharp tone, as he reaches for Jungkook’s phone.

Namjoon scans the picture, his eyes flicking back and forth the brightly lit screen and his fingers gliding across it to study every corner and detail.

Not being able to stand it anymore, you reach for your own phone. You need to see the picture for yourself.

When you finally find it your breath hitches. Fuck! It’s from yours and Taehyungs date the other day at the coffee shop. There’s no way you can just claim this another couple that just happens to look like you and Taehyung!

You can clearly see the side of your face, your dimple popping out from smiling into the kiss and the bag that you carry every day which Namjoon gave you for Christmas last year, can also clearly be seen on the couch.

It’s also clear that it’s Taehyung you’re kissing. His traits to unique to play off as being someone else and his favorite Gucci shirt also visible.

Everyone is now paying attention to Namjoon, their phones long forgotten as wait for the scene to unfold.

After what seems like a thousand years – but is actually only a couple of really long minutes, he lowers the phone to his lap, his eyes blazing with fire as he abruptly stands.

“Yah! What the fuck!” he barks at Taehyung, storming across the living room to get to him.

Everyone thinks he’ll grab him and is on their feet in seconds, pulling them apart.

You too are on your feet in seconds, rushing to stand in between them. You know your brother like no one else, and you know that he would never get physical with anyone, so you know that he would never hurt Taehyung.

You look at your brother. “Joon, calm down.” You tell him with a pointed finger and glaring eyes. Behind you, you feel Taehyung stand, his proximity helping you calm your own nerves.

“Calm down? He’s kissing you!” He shows you the phone with the picture, waving it in front of your face.

“I know he’s kissing me! I was there!”

“Maybe you should just sit down for a minute Namjoon. Take a deep breath.” Yoongi tells him and after a little protest he finally does as he’s told and sits down.

This time Jimin speaks up. “Yes, let’s just talk about this like the mature grown-ups that we are.”

“Why is he kissing you?” Namjoon demands to know immediately after.

“Yeah… why exactly are you kissing?” Taehyung glares at Jungkook. His eyes making him shut up and hold his hands up in surrender.

“Wrong timing, sorry.” He mumbles.

How are you going to explain this without making it sound as bad as it seems? There really is no good way to tell you brother that you’ve been secretly dating his best friend behind his back for eight months.

“H-He… I… We…” You keep fumbling over your words, trying to figure out what to say.

“I was kissing her because she’s my girlfriend.” Taehyung steps in front of you as he laces your fingers together to make his point.

You watch as all of their mouths simultaneously drop, their eyes zoning in on your intertwined fingers, and if it wasn’t for the current situation, you would have found the whole scene to be extremely funny.

“Excuse me… Could you just repeat that last word?” Namjoon rasps, his voice thick with emotions.

“Girlfriend,” Jimin buds in, just to receive a slap on the arm from, Hoseok telling him to keep quiet.

The whole situation has somewhat quieted down.

Everyone still seems shocked by your earlier announcement – especially Namjoon who has been locked in his room for the last hour, telling you that he needs some time for himself to process it all.

You understand where he’s coming from. You understand his need to have some time alone, to think about the fact that you and Taehyung are together. And honestly, he handled the whole ordeal much better than what you initially expected. Sure, he had a little outburst in the beginning, but he quickly cooled off and went to his room to take a breather.

Looking around the room, you notice that everyone is on the edge of their seats clearly wanting to ask questions and wanting all the details. You think they might be afraid to approach the topic, afraid that Namjoon is a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off again.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jin open his mouth as if he wants to say something, but he quickly closes it again when Yoongi shoots him a look.

This is ridiculous!

“Guys! If you have questions just ask them!” You snap. Taehyung jumps in surprise next to you, his hand covering his rapidly beating chest.

“Jesus.” he breaths in shock.

You mouth a quick sorry to him before you return your focus back to the five other guys in the room. “Your eyes are filled with questions. Just ask them.”

Jungkook is the first to speak up. “Shouldn’t we wait for Namjoon hyung to come out though? I’m sure he’s got more questions that needs answers than we do.”

He’s got a point. “Right,” You agree. “I’ll go check on him.” You tell them as you head for his bedroom.

Gently, you knock on the door. You wait for a few seconds but when no one answers, you peal the door open to see Namjoon sitting on his bed just staring at the wall in front of him.

Is he going crazy? is your first thought. But when he hears you quiet voice calling his name, he turns to you.

“Yeah?” he says.

“Will you please come out so we can talk about this?” Walking further into the room, you sit next to him. You grab his hand in yours as you continue to speak. “I know that this is probably a shock for you, and I know you have a lot of questions that needs to be answered, and we will answer them all for you I promise! But you have to at least come out of your room, please.”

You give him your most pleading look, the look you always use when you want something, the look that always works on him.

“Fine,” he sighs heavily. “But I’m not sitting next to Taehyung.”

“You don’t have to,” you reply. “but please do not hate him, okay! If anything, you should hate me.”

“You’re my sister, I could never hate you.”

Together you walk back to the living room where six pair of eyes immediately turn your way when they hear you coming.

Hoseok scoots over to make room for Namjoon on the couch, and you go back to your seat next to Taehyung. As soon as you’re seated, he grabs your hand. It gives you comfort, and you automatically want to lean towards him, but you stop yourself because you know Namjoon is still uncomfortable.

No one seems to want to be the first one to break the silence and ask the first question.

“How?” Namjoon’s voice breaks through the thick silence.

As if he was expecting this question, Taehyung immediately answers.

“Back when ____ and Ji-woon broke up she came by looking for you, but I was the only one home at the time, and she looked like she could really use someone to talk to and lean on then,” even as he speaks you can see Namjoon’s eyes burning and mentally shooting daggers at him. “so, I brought her in and I just listened to what she had to say and gave her my opinion when she asked for it.”

Feeling Taehyungs hand flexing in yours, you give it a reassuring squeeze, urging him to go on.

He continues. “In the days that followed I kept checking up on her to make sure that she was feeling okay and doing alright, and we just go into the habit of talking literally every day, either over text or facetime… and as time passed we, we just fell in love with each other.”

As the last words leave his lips, you look at him, admiring him for speaking so freely.

You really did fall in love with him in those few days! And fast too! There was nothing you could do to stop it even if you tried. You were constantly around each other and every time he would look at you or talk to you, your stomach would flip, and you would stumble over your words.

It’s a surprise that no one caught on sooner, really.

Namjoon nods as if he’s taking in Taehyungs words and processing them, going over all the information he’s just been given. His eyes visibly softening. “Okay.”

Like a small curious child, Jimin raises his hand. “Yes Jimin?” you ask, a smile playing on your lips.

“I’m just wondering why you didn’t tell us that you were together. I mean, you have been together, for what did you say? Eight months? Why not just tell us the truth form the beginning?”

“That’s my fault!” You quickly say with force, making them all raise their eyebrows in surprise.

“It’s my fault that we’ve kept it a secret for so long, because I-I was just so happy and content in our own little bubble, that I didn’t want to risk bursting it if…”

You let the words slip into the air as you lock eyes with your brother, his expression changing from mad to looking more sad.

“…If I found out?” He softly asks and you can hear the hurt behind his words.

Instead of answering him, you look down to the ground, giving him the confirmation, he needs.

“I’m sorry,” You gently whisper. “I just didn’t want, I don’t know… it all sounds so horrible now!” Feelings of frustration and sadness runs through your body, and you can’t seem to find the right words to say to somehow make this seem a lot less hurtful towards Namjoon.

“She was afraid that you would hate me if you found out,” Taehyung speaks for you. “she was afraid that you wouldn’t approve of us being together.”

At this point it’s like a three-way conversation between Taehyung, Namjoon and you. The rest of the guys are just silently sitting and watching the whole thing going down, not wanting to get involved in what doesn’t concern them in the end.

“That’s just bullshit!”

Namjoon’s sudden outburst of words take you all by surprise. He stands from the couch, making Hoseok and Yoongi stand as well.

“Relax. I’m not going to fucking jump him.” He tells them and they sit back down.

“The only thing that truly makes me mad and upsets me, is the fact that you,” he points a finger in your direction. “didn’t think you could tell me this. That you thought you had to hide it from me, and the fact that I had to find out through a leaked picture.”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” you tell him, your eyes beginning to water. You feel like you could burst in to tears at any moment, the deep feeling of guilt almost becoming too much.

“And you,” Namjoon turns his attention to Taehyung, who immediately straightens as they lock eyes. “I’m disappointed that you also felt like you couldn’t tell me. I thought we were closer than that.”

“That’s not true!” You hurriedly say. “You have no idea how many times he wanted to come clean and tell you! I was the one to always talked him out of it. It’s my fault, so please don’t hate him for this!”

The first tear rolls down your cheek and then the next one and the next one.

“You’re crying? Oh god, please don’t cry ____!” Namjoon sighs. You know that one of the things he hates most in life, is seeing you cry.

“I don’t hate him!” He assures you. “And I don’t hate you either!” He kneels down in front of you, directing you face up to look at him and he cups your cheeks as he gently wipes away your tears.

“Please stop crying, I know you probably didn’t mean to hide it for this long,” you shake your head. “and I know you’re sorry – I can see it in your eyes, and I know Taehyung is sorry as well because he isn’t saying much right now.”

“Sorry.” You hear him mumble next to you.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you. “as I said, I was only mad because of the way I had to find out. Taehyung is one of the greatest people I know, and I know he will treat you like the princess that you are.”

“He does.” You murmur as you look at him, his eyes already on you.

“But I’m just wondering,” Namjoon’s voice suddenly changes, curiosity laced in his words as he turns on his back to you. “Did any of you know about this?”

A string of rushed and firm ‘no’s’ go around the room and you can’t help the laughter that escapes you. This really seems like one big joke. The whole situation, the way Namjoon found out and the way this whole conversation is going.

Once your tears have finally dried up and Namjoon has gone back to his seat on the couch, Jungkook decides that this is the perfect time for him to open his mouth.

“So, looking back at it, this means that all those times when Taehyung and ____ ‘disappeared’,” he says emphasizing the word disappeared with his fingers. “at the same time, they really snuck out of the room to make out or to have sex in Taehyungs room.”

Your jaw drops to the ground, at the same time Taehyung flings a cushion in his direction telling him to shut up.

Seokjin and Yoongi, tries to keep their laughter under control, small grunts managing to escape here and there. But Jimin and Hoseok are in full fits of laughter, doing nothing to hide it, while Namjoon throws his head back with a groan and covers his eyes with his hands.

“Dude! That’s an image I don’t need in my head!”

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“Boom!Sonamy: I need more jealous/concerned sonic please. Whatcha got miss?” | “Anymore Sonamy Sonic Boom headcanons” | “Ok, I got an idea! A Sonic Boom Prompt (doesn’t have to be necessarily sonamy-ish) where the gang go on a death defying mission! Like chock full of action! I’d be interested to see how you’d do this :)” | “I was thinking of a prompt that there is going to be a half hour special of Sonic Boom that features time travel where Eggman sends Sonic to the future and he meets the older version of the team, but they’re angry at him thinking he abandoned them! What do you think Mayra?? :3” | “Anymore Sonamy Sonic Boom headcanons?” | “Hiya~ it’s Alii. I got a prompt for ya! I was reading the other prompt that you wrote for an anon, and it definitely got me thinking: What were to happen if Sonic and Amy were official, but had to keep it hidden? I’m picturing them stumbling to do so, especially Amy. Try to keep them as canon as possible, which I know is hard, but it can be done!! Also, if you could, I would love to see how suspicious Tails gets. He’d probably pick up on Sonic’s change of behaviour? aa thank you!! xx” | “Ok this is just a Sonic Boom! Prompt, and you don’t have to do it if you don’t have time. Anyway, one of my major Sonic Boom headcanons for me is that all the team have mysterious pasts. So this would take place when they’re on their way to find Lyric and they find an old wise man in a temple they fall into. The man tells them they need to know their pasts in order to be a good team, so he uses his magic to help them see eachothers memories. I hope you get really detailed, but anything is great!” | “How about just headcanons for Knuckles (as in character development-ish)” | “Can you do a boom!prompt telling the story of when the gang met sonic for the first time? And possibly add some sonamy? Like what they first thought of him. (I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense xD) Thanks!” | “Mission Prompt for Sonamy” | “If you still are doing the meme prompt, can be the letter I with Sonamy? 👉👈” | “Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, could you do something with Sly/Carmelita with F from the second prompt meme? That would be amazing!” | “Mission: Prompt 4” | “Mission: Prompt” | “Oh oh oh! Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt where amy is totally stressed out bout stuff and almot pulling her hair out (not literally lol) and so sonic takes her out for a night on the town! If you please, :)” | “OKAYOKAYOKAY SO I SAW THE THING ABOUT HOW THE SONIC BOOM GANG WERE THE ORIGINAL ANCIENTS AND I TOTALLY FLIPPED COULD YOU DO A BOOM!SONAMY PROMPT BUT INSTEAD OF SONIC AND AMY YOU COULD WRITE ABOUT THE ANCIENT AMY AND ANCIENT SONIC AND THEIR STORY?? I AM SORRY BECAUSE YOU PROBABLY NEED MORE INFO TO WRITE ABOUT THAT BUT YOU COULD MAKE IT UP FOR ALL I CARE IM SORRY IM YELLING I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA (okay I’m calm now)” | “@elyzahere My internet isn’t letting me ask you this, so I’ll have to write it out here. Hope you don’t mind. ^,^’” | “Pssst, can you whip up a little modern!sonamy for me? I’ll leave the story or mood or Anything to whatever ya like, really! :D” | “Ok! A Sonic Boom Prompt where the gang is after a fox girl villain (who just so happens to be really pretty) who holds the last crystal fragment in her clutches. After drawing straws, Sonic is forced to flirt with her. That way, Amy, who has the best sneaking skills, would be able to take back the crystal piece. Amy hears them flirting and thinks Sonic is being serious and gets her heart broken…you do the rest!” | “Boom!sonamy prompt: Sonic and Amy have a flirting competition while no one is around XD” | “OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THE SLY COOPER AU!!! I actually loved, could you do another boom! sonamy sly cooper au? If you want, you don’t have to. But yeah, thanks!!! <3” | “Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt where sonic gets really beaten badly and amy is healing him? (cough cough beauty and the beast reference coughcough) And make it really fluffy! Feels galore if the missus don’t mind ;D Thanks dear!” | “have you got any lifestyle headcanons for the main sonic cast? like, a routine they always do, something they can’t stand, a particular belief they hold? this is just for any characters you like/ make headcanons about :P not really a prompt, just wondering :)” | “hey, a bit out of your norm, but could you please write something for the chaotix? headcanon, theories, anything like that? thanks very much, lovely :)” | “Here’s a prompt : Sonic Boom : Sonic and Amy are forced to share a room (or more importantly, a bed) after the team finds a village, can you write something about how they would react to that, and how they would make it work? That would be interesting!! (and evil >:D ) KAY BYE!!!” | “I would lile some cute fluff boom!sonamy, please! Whether it be flirting, singing, dancing, cuddling, anything!! Thank you, dear!” | “Okay, okay, I’m done messing with you~ Here’s a CANON prompt! (Modern) Sonic gets blasted by a laser that took his speed away! Now, he was to walk around like a normal person until Tails finds a way to fix him. WHAT WILL HE DO?!? (Just a little funny thingy)” | “Hey can I as for a special request..? Uhm, I know we all love sonamy ,everyone’s otp as well as mine and I really do love your cute stories but uh…I’m trying to get over someone and I was wondering if you could maybe make a story where Amy moves on..? Or where they except that they can’t be together and that’s it’s okay. I know it’s not very modern but maybe boom..? You don’t have to but I hold her dear to me and wonder how she would handle a break up/ getting over someone…” | “Prompt maybe: After a lot of arguing in the gang, the group decides to sit down and say nice things about each other (most of which are really corny) and then sonic and Amy’s turn gets quite cute and yea… :)” | “How about this for a prompt: Sticks sees this new guy in the village and likes him. Only problem is, SHE’S TOTALLY FREAKING OUT CAUSE SHE LIKES SOMEONE, THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE, SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, and is generally freaked out (like her reaction to most things). So she tells Amy who tries to help. Take it away~” | “Heya! Could you do a Sonamy Boom Prompt that can be anything you want but on one condition: you have to include these three objects/things, in no particular order: 1. Enerbeams 2. Stars 3. A Distraction.” | “Prompt!(BOOM) (Since Amy is keeping this a secret, I decided to go that route) Sonic walks into Amy’s room to get some old books she asked for, when he stumbles upon a drawer full of love notes, poems even photos with red hearts drawn with marker around his face!! Of course, being the nosy hedgehog he is, he decides to read them all!! What will happen when Amy finds out? WILL she find out? How would Sonic react? What will be the concequences? MWAHAHAHA!” | “Prompt! Or two prompts! PLEASE! ANYTHING! MY SONAMY FIRE HAS BEEN REKINDLEDDDD😍😍” | “can you do a boom prompt about something in the 1920’s? like a detective thing? Sonic as the detective, amy as his client, knuckles and tails as the assistants? (and could you somehow add a hint of sonamy?) Idk thought it would be interesting. I’m sorry if this is weird XD” | “September cold: can you cheer me up? wildcard for sonic headcanons, whatever is on your beautiful mind :) thanks xxx” | “"strong amy” for her birthday? yes please! boom prompt maybe? however you want it…“ | "Can you do a boom sonamy prompt where sonic calls amy beautiful? Like he just says it and she freezes and is like "Wait what?”“ | "boom!sonamy prompt: Amy and sonic just being awkward around eachother, like their hands touch or something and they flip out? Just awkward and embarassing fluff!! Thaaaaank you!” | “Could you do a Sonamy Boom Prompt where Sonic and Amy are in a duo mission when after slightly flirting with each other, Sonics enerbeam goes hay wire! It ends up wrapping around them, forcing them to be quickly pushed together and they accidentally kiss….? (And try to mention somehow that enerbeam is controlled by actions from innermost thoughts or heart, so subconsciously, whether he knew it or not, Sonic wanted to give her a hug.😋) …did that make any sense at all?” | “Boom!Prompt, Knuckles’ backstory, where he use to be really small,and everyone kept calling him weak,then he decided to train himself,to become stronger and bigger.” | “Prompt! :(Modern) Sonic was running around at night when he noticed Amy sitting on a cliff, watching the stars. He gets confused, and nervously walks up to her. Turns out, she okay, and they end up just having a cute little conversation while laying rather close to one another (But not too close, according to Sonic XD), watching the stars! :D OOH! I just thought of something, PUT A SHOOTING STAR IN THERE TOO!X3 (P.S:Just so you know, not all of my prompts are for advice, I LOVE to read them!!:D)” | “Prompt :(Boom) While fighting Eggman, Knuckles gets separated from the team. As he finds his way home, he encounters a cute, young, and loud girl who claims that she’s lost her family. Being the hero he is, he agrees to help her. But, she’s a pest. She keeps setting off traps and gets into in danger, and she won’t shut up! Knuckles get’s irritated and yells at her. As the little girl ran off, he tried not to think about her safety, but, is Knuckles really a tough guy on the inside? Hint: NOPE!” | “Hmmm… Not sure if I want it a sonic and tails or Sonamy headcannon. But it’s where either sonic tries to ask tails about his "funny feelings” for Amy, trying to make sense of it, or just asking plain advise. OR tails finding out and confronting sonic about it (add some humor too? :D)“ | "Boom!Sonamy Headcanons (Cause they popped up in my head lol XD)” | “You may have already answered this, but what kind (if any) Sonamy moments do you think will be in Sonic Boom?” | “More Sonic boom headcannons please?” | “do you have any bonding headcanons for Knuckles and Amy in Boom? :)” | “Do you have any more Boom!Shadow headcannons?” | “Wait, question! For headcanon 49, what is Amy’s backstory?” | “So I heard that Shadow is confirmed to be in the Sonic!boom world. Got any headcannons between him and the gang?” | “Wait, you ship Tails and Sticks, right? I think you’re the one who got me shipping them :’D do you have any more headcanons about them? Because they’re ADORABLE.” | “Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt about sonic and amy raising a child? I don’t think you have done this before, have you?”

And while I was rechecking a few prompts on your blog…boy, I found the gold mine!! But I’m not sure if I already found some of them before and included it on the previous list I sent to you, and there are a few more lying around here that I am not so sure if I already submitted on the previous list…Can you please send the list back to me? Is that even possible?

If so, THANK YOU! ~ <3

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Once again, thank you for this post! But like previously stated with (x) <-- your other list, it’s a little difficult to know which ones I’ve found and which ones I haven’t.

If anyone could let me know if I haven’t reblogged any of these, me and Cutegirlmayra would be very much obliged!

Thank you once more for your contribution in saving many of @cutegirlmayra’s amazing works! Continue to help the cause! We all want to be able to read her stuff in an easier way!

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New Beginnings (Part 1)

Frank Adler X OFC

A/N: I literally spent like FOREVER working on this storyboard LOL I hope you enjoy this series! Ignore the piece of shit wattpad cover... It looked too plain, and I wanted a picture. *shrugs*

Warnings: None really... yet. Swearing, mostly.

Main Masterlist // Series Masterlist

“It’s too hot, here.” Annie sighed to herself, air conditioning cranked to the max in her older model truck. Honestly, how do people like this weather? “What do you think, Elena?” She glanced up in the rearview mirror, spotting her snoring toddler in her car seat.

With an eye roll, she went back to concentrating on the busy road, squinting behind her sunglasses to find her little street. “Seriously, kid? We’ve only been driving for, like, twenty minutes.”

Florida was a completely different atmosphere than northern Minnesota.

It was a million times hotter, there were more people in the major cities, and the people were always so busy. Luckily, Annie could get used to the warmer weather, considering she’d decided to move in mid-September. It was still hot as shit in Minnesota, but she knew that would change fairly quick. Minnesota weather was completely unpredictable, but Annie had respected that. She was used to dealing with the rain, heat, snow, and cold – sometimes all in the same damn week.

Now, she was going to have to learn to respect the tropical weather – considering she was moving to Florida during hurricane season.

Hurricanes were nothing like tornadoes…

If there was a hurricane any time soon, she was going to have a goddamn heart attack.

It was a bright, sunny day, though. She picked a great day to leave the hotel and move into her new… apartment? The landlord had called it an apartment, but the pictures made it look more like a small house; and though she hadn’t seen the place in person, she already loved it. It was the only pink house in the little community that she’d found on a renters website.

Moving had been a spur of the moment decision, on her part, because… well… her parents… they died in a car accident back in early June.

Her dad had hydroplaned during a particularly bad thunderstorm, causing the car to collide with a large semi-truck, and they’d lost their lives. Luckily, the other driver was unharmed. Her brother, Gavin, had been on his way home to visit from his first year at North Dakota State University when the accident had occurred.

Unfortunately, Annie and her small toddler, Elena, had been at home – waiting on their arrival back from the store.

Receiving the news about their parents’ deaths devastated the siblings. Elena was too young to understand why her mother and her uncle were huddled together on the couch, sobbing uncontrollably, awaiting the arrival of their grandparents to help with funerals and insurance. Gavin’s girlfriend, Grace, had driven all night to come to Gavin and Annie’s rescue. She helped cook and clean, and she helped with Elena – much to Annie’s admiration.

Gracie had been a friggin’ godsend to the siblings.

When Annie and Gavin decided to sell the family home, they – drunkenly – decided the best thing for Annie to do was throw a dart at a map of the United States and choose a state.

Because mixing alcohol and darts was the best idea they could come up with.

After three tries to get the damn dart to stick in the damn board, it landed near Tampa, Florida. Not wanting to completely live in the city, they’d done some online research and found the apartment – at an amazing price – which was move-in ready by the beginning of September.

That was the reason for the 1,900-ish mile trip from Thief River Falls, Minnesota, to the little town outside of Tampa, Florida. The landlord – Roberta – had promised that the place would be painted, carpets would be cleaned or replaced, and that the place was quite spacious for a single-mother and a toddler.

Not that Annie couldn’t afford to do all the work herself, after she received the ghastly life insurance – blood money – check with too many zeros. Her and her brother split the check down the middle for life insurance, and the house. He got their mother’s fancy Jeep, and she got her father’s old – but reliable – pickup truck. It made more sense, with the move. Not that she had much stuff to move, anyways. She’d wanted a clean break from her life in Minnesota. She’d broken things off with her boyfriend, Lance, and donated all her belongings – only keeping the important items.

The usual type of ‘I need a change of scenery after my parents’ deaths’ move.

Right?

Her brother tagged along on the trip with her, to make sure that the apartment was really ready. All the while, Annie found a job at a local elementary school as an office secretary, which provided daycare for Elena.

Unfortunately, Gavin had to leave early in the morning, due to college starting back up and having an early exam he needed to finish studying for.

So, he had to catch a flight at an ungodly hour, earlier that morning.

“We’re almost to our new home, Mija.” Annie smiled, knowing full well that her daughter was still snoring away in the back seat. That kid could sleep through anything. “You shouldn’t be napping. It’s almost ten in the morning. You should be wide awake, kid.”

Glancing at her phone – which was attached to a vent-clip, so she could see the GPS – she realized that she’d actually missed the turn into the neighborhood, prompting her to sigh in frustration. Whipping around when she could, she followed the road back to her turn, which was partially hidden by a few annoying trees.

Commit that to memory, Annie.

…Stupid ass trees.

“Elena, baby, time to wake up.” When Annie entered her little neighborhood, she reached back to gently shake her daughter’s chubby, little, tan leg. “We’re home.” Annie immediately knew which house was hers… since the bright pink stuck out like a sore thumb. She loved it! “Mija, look.”

She heard the grunt and whine of her little girl, who was not a happy baby when she was woken from a nap. Elena – who’s dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin resembled her father – was glaring at her from her car seat, pissed off. Though Elena’s features didn’t resemble Annie’s, in the slightest, her facial expressions completely matched Gavin’s facial expressions – much to Annie’s dismay and humor.

“Oh, come on, Mija.” She laughed, pulling into her designated parking space – which was a small, grassy area next to her new home. “At least show me your beautiful smile. Today’s a happy day.”

The second the car stopped moving, Elena started straining against the bonds of her car seat, lip protruding in a pout and whining loudly.

“Alright, alright.” Annie sighed, unbuckling her own seatbelt, before reaching for the door. She was immediately hit with a wave of humid heat, which seeped into the air conditioned truck and fogged the windows. “Fuck, it’s hot.”

She hopped down, her five foot three inch stature appearing even smaller next to the height of her dad’s older truck. Walking around the front of the truck, she saw a young girl running around in one of the yards, blonde hair swishing behind her as she chased around a fat, orange and white cat. A woman, who was seated on her concrete steps, was laughing, watching the young girl with the adoration a mother would have for a child.

Speaking of children…

Annie ripped open the door, unbuckling her own child from her car seat and turning back towards their new home.

The pastel pink home had a lot of character, reminding Annie of a small doll house she’d had as a child. The plants around the house looked as if they’d been well cared for, the concrete steps – though slightly uneven – were lined with a metal railing, which would be good to have when Elena learned how to walk properly down the stairs, versus sliding down on her butt or belly. The roof looked a little worn, but that was understandable with Florida’s stormy weather, and the accents of the house were a newly painted white.

The neighborhood, though dated, looked beautifully kept-up.

Elena, whose mood had improved in the last couple minutes, whined to be let down and thrashed against Annie – pissed that she wasn’t immediately able to run around and cause a ruckus.

“Stay close to mommy, okay?” Annie told her, setting her down on the grassy lot, “Mommy doesn’t know this neighborhood, yet.”

Elena immediately ran circles around Annie’s pale legs, which were donned in some jean shorts, and started a fit of giggles – stomping around like a tiny, little weirdo.

“Let’s get the stuff from the back, yeah?” She smiled, watching Elena run to a bush to check out the little yellow flowers blooming, eyes full of wonder. “Then we can tour the house.”

Ignoring her, Elena picked a flower from the bush, plopping down on her butt and examining the flower with her dark brows pushed together in concentration – slightly humming to herself.

With a small chuckle, Annie moved to the back of the truck, moving the cover back so she had access to the few belongings that she’d brought with. There were only a few boxes of belongings and necessities, three suitcases, a portable crib for Elena, a large cooler of food Annie had purchased that morning, some grocery bags, and a blow up mattress for Annie.

That was it… At least, until the furniture arrived.

Grabbing Elena’s things first, she hauled them off the truck, calling for Elena to follow her as she brought them to the front steps. Elena, who had thrown the poor flower onto the ground and trampled it to a mangled mess, toddled over to the front door.

After struggling to get the door unlocked with her arms full, Annie stepped into their new home for the first time, followed by Elena’s little body.

The carpets – which had been replaced, recently – where a brilliant off-white, as were the walls. The front door lead into the living room, which – though small – was perfect size for the Annie and her toddler.

Gently setting her belongings down, she stood there for a moment to take it all in.

She took a deep breath, the natural floral scent of her new house – which covered the smell of fresh paint – wafting through the open windows and tickling the inside of her nose. They’d probably been opened earlier that morning to let the breeze naturally cool the house a bit, since it was hot as balls.

To her left was the kitchen, which was a little more dated than the living room but did have newer appliances. There was a back door, in the kitchen, which was closer to the yard that the young, blonde girl and the older woman had occupied previously. The kitchen was big enough for a small kitchen table, and Annie could already picture how she wanted to decorate.

Luckily, white and light wood were easy to work with.

So many options…

There was a hallway that connected the kitchen to the two bedrooms and one bathroom. The bigger bedroom was, obviously, Annie’s. It was big enough that she could fit a queen size bed and a dresser with plenty of room to walk back and forth – not that she’d spend much time in her bedroom, anyways. The second bedroom would be perfect for Elena to have a crib, a small double bed for guests, and a large bin for her toys.

Annie, in awe of her new home, carried Elena’s portable crib and suitcase to her new bedroom. “This is your room, Mija! Do you like it?”

Elena followed Annie into the bedroom, frowning at her new environment with the look that Gavin got when he was thinking hard. Her little dark brows were pulled together, pink lips pursed into a tight frown, and eyes narrowed as she scanned the area.

God, she was never allowed near her uncle, again. Those two were peas in a freaking pod.

“Once we get it decorated, you’ll like it more.” Annie sighed, thankful that the only stairs in the house were the front steps. “Stay here while mommy gets the rest of our things, okay?”

Elena ignored Annie, again, going for the zipper on her suitcase and trying to unzip it, herself.

While the toddler was distracted, Annie quickly started hauling her items into the home, putting each box and suitcase in the appropriate bedroom and making a mental list of things she was going to order online and shop for.

Once all of their possessions were out of the truck, Annie set to work on setting up the portable crib for Elena and the air mattress for herself.

Shit, why do the stupid sides never want to lock up? Why did you have to become a magic fucking wizard to set up a portable crib?!

A knock sounded at the back door, startling her while she made up Elena’s bed – after she somehow got the sides to lock up.

She didn’t know anyone, yet… Who would knock on her door?

Maybe the landlord?

She did say that she was going to check in…

Annie, leaving Elena to play with her book in her bedroom, made her way towards the back door, spotting the woman and child from earlier – the young girl holding a giant plate of chocolate chip cookies, with an annoyed frown on her face.

“Well, hello.” Annie smiled, opening the back door and waving them inside the empty kitchen. “I’m Annie O’Hara. Are you my new neighbors?”

“I’m Roberta. I’m the landlord.” The older, dark-skinned woman smiled, a hand on the young girl’s shoulder. She recognized Roberta’s voice from speaking to her on the phone. “This is Mary.”

“Hi, Mary.” Annie greeted, opening the door wider to let the duo step inside. “You can come in if you’d like. I still have to order the furniture, though, so there’s not really anywhere to sit.”

“We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” Roberta chuckled, entering the home with Mary following closely behind. “It’s been a while since we’ve had new neighbors, but Bernadette’s health just kept declining… Her children had her in assisted living, before she passed.”

“I take it Bernadette was the previous tenant?” Annie asked, leaning against the counter and watching as Mary set the plate of cookies beside her. “She kept the place up really nice. This house looks like it’s seen some love.”

“She loved to tend to her plants. It was therapeutic for her.” Roberta sighed, leaning against the wall opposite from Annie. “She, also, made a mean apple pie.”

“Well, I haven’t baked in a long time, but I do love to cook.” Annie shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest, “My daughter likes my homemade macaroni and cheese.”

“You have a daughter?” Mary asked, eyes lighting up and all traces of a frown disappearing. “How old is she?”

“She’s almost two.” Annie replied, lips lifting into a smile at the potential play-mate for her daughter. “She loves to run around outside if you want to meet her.”

“Can I meet her?” Mary grinned, practically vibrating with excitement. “We haven’t had any kids in the neighborhood in forever.”

“Of course, you can.” Annie pushed away from the counter, walking towards the hallway and calling out, “Elena, come here, Mija!”

The sound of uneven footfalls stomping around the hall could be heard from the kitchen as Elena ran from the bedroom to where Annie was calling her name. She came barreling around the corner, a large grin on her face, and an excited cry echoing through the empty house.

Scooping her giggling form from the ground, Annie gave her a sloppy kiss on her little cheek. “This is Elena.”

“Hi, Elena.” Mary waved, excitement rolling off of her in waves. “Can I show her my cat? His name is Fred. He has one eye.”

“Only one eye?” Annie asked, cocking a confused brow as she tried to keep her hold on her struggling toddler – who still wanted to run around and explore. “What happened to his other one?”

“Don’t know. He doesn’t like to talk about it.” Mary shrugged, like she’d answered the question multiple times, before. “Can Elena meet Fred? I think he would like her.”

“Of course.” Annie held the door open for the duo, still holding Elena, before following them outside into the sun. “Elena loves animals.”

Setting Elena into the plush grass, Mary grabbed her little hand, leading her into the other yard, where the orange, monocular cat was stretched out – sunbathing. Roberta and Annie sat down on the steps, watching the young girls as they pet the rotund cat.

“So, is Mary your daughter?” Annie asked, watching as Elena gently pat the cat on the side of the belly. “She’s adorable.”

Roberta laughed, leaning back so the sun was shining on her face. “Does she look like my daughter?”

“I’m a pale, Irish redhead.” Annie shrugged, closing her eyes as the sun warmed her arms and cheeks. “Does Elena look like my daughter?”

“I guess not.” Roberta replied, and Annie could hear the smile in her tone. “As much as I wish she was mine, she’s not. I just love spending time with her.”

“Well, hopefully her and Elena can spend some time together, too.” Annie opened her eyes to watch the young girls run around the yard, chasing the cat. “Elena doesn’t have much interaction with other children.”

“Where’s her father, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Mexico.” Annie replied, a small wave of guilt washing over her. “I was on spring break when I met her father. Marco worked at a bar just outside of Cancún, where we met. We had a small fling, and one thing led to another… I didn’t get his number or any other information on him, because it was just a one night stand, so I couldn’t exactly contact him.”

She gulped, getting that lump in her stomach that appeared any time she thought about how other people perceived her after learning the truth about Elena’s conception. “I remembered that… I remembered his mother’s name was Elena, though. I wanted to make sure Elena knew her heritage, as much as I could. I’m trying to learn Spanish and named her after her grandmother. I want to educate myself, so she doesn’t feel like she’s missing a part of herself, you know?” Annie frowned, watching Elena giggle as she ran away from Mary. “I googled the bar, after Elena was born… but it burnt down. I have no idea where Marco could be, or even what his last name was.”

“So, you’ve been raising her all on your own?”

“My parents were a big help,” Annie’s shoulders sagged in grief, the familiar pang of loss ripping through her chest. It was never going to get easier to mention them… “They died back in June, and my brother’s in college at NDSU in North Dakota… So, I decided it was time to move on. I needed a change, as cliché as that is.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Roberta laid a warm hand on Annie’s arm, face soft with sympathy. “Losing your parents is hard. I know the pain. I’m sorry you have to experience it so young.”

“I’m just glad to have Elena, Gavin, and Grace – his girlfriend.” Annie smiled, sun starting to leave her pale skin a little pink. “I’m sorry that you know the pain of losing your parents. When did it happen?”

“Oh, honey, it was years ago. Eventually, you learn to appreciate the time you had with them, instead of missing the time you didn’t.” She sighed, patting Annie’s arm before looking over at a truck that was pulling up a few houses down. “Frank’s here. He’s Mary’s uncle. More of a father than any man I’ve ever met.”

Annie watched as Mary abruptly stopped running, a large grin stretching her face as she spotted the older truck. “FRANK!” Mary shrieked, running toward the taller man who was exiting the truck.

“Shit.” Annie whispered as Elena followed Mary, confused that they were no longer playing, and going to investigate. “Elena! Mija!”

Annie jumped up, jogging after the toddler, who had already made her way over to the confused man and joyous child. Mary, who had jumped into her uncles’ arms for a moment, squatted down next to Elena – who was holding her arms out to Mary to pick her up – and lifted her with a small grunt, talking to Frank.

“Frank, this is Elena.” Mary introduced, as Annie quickly made her way over, “Her and her mom are our new neighbors. They’re where Bernadette used to live, before she got too old.”

Frank was a tall man, tee shirt tightly stretching over his broad shoulders but bunching up at his narrow waist. He looked as if he had just gotten home from work, arms and tee shirt stained with oil and grease. His face was unshaved, but kept pretty tame, and he was tan – as if he worked outside.

The look in his eyes was one of a parent, and he looked at Mary like she was his entire world, tired eyes lighting up at the sight of the blonde, little girl.

Well, shit, Annie thought to herself, He’s attractive.

“Mary.” Frank sighed, shaking his head, trying not to smile. “That’s not a polite way to put it.”

“What! She was!” Mary shrugged, as Elena laid her head on Mary’s shoulder in exhaustion from running around. She spotted Annie and gestured over to the woman. “That’s Annie. Elena’s mom.”

“Hi! Sorry about Elena! She really likes Mary.” Annie smiled, brushing her stray red hair from her face, holding out her free hand to Frank. “I’m Annie O’Hara. I just moved into the pink house.”

Frank cocks a brow at her, blue eyes scrutinizing her as he grasped her hand with a stiff handshake. “Frank Adler.”

“Nice… to meet you?” Annie replies awkwardly, watching as Mary and Elena run towards the cat. “Your niece is such a sweet girl. Elena is already fascinated by her. They’ve been playing since Roberta and Mary came to meet us.”

“Nice.” Frank replied, curtly. He watched Mary, paying no attention to Annie as Mary and Elena plopped down in the grass to pet Fred.

“Anyways…” Annie gulped, starting to awkwardly walk away. “Nice meeting you.”

“Yep.” He replied, turning and walking towards his house, before calling out to Mary. “Mary, come eat lunch.”

“Okay!” Mary called back, standing quickly, and turning to Elena. “I have to go eat lunch. We can play, later, okay?”

“Come on, Mija.” Annie walked over, scooping Elena up from the ground, dusting the grass from her little shorts. “Say ‘bye-bye’ to Mary.”

Elena lifted her hand, waving her hand back and forth with a small pout, and Mary ran off to her house.

Well… that was awkward. Annie thought to herself, shaking off the negative vibes from the encounter. He was kind of a dick. Jeez.

Annie and Elena made their way back over to Roberta, who was still sunbathing on Annie’s step. “I don’t think Frank likes me much.”

“What makes you say that?” Roberta frowned, dark eyebrows pulling together, confused. “Was he rude to you?”

“Not exactly.” Annie shrugged, sitting on the step with Elena in her lap, bouncing the toddler as she played with the neckline of Annie’s shirt. “Just… a little standoffish.”

“They went through a lot, last year.” Roberta sighs, gazing over at the Adler residence with a sad look in her eyes. Annie could see her swallow thickly, before continuing, “They’re still recovering from it.”

“I won’t ask.” Annie sighed, pressing her face against the warm curls on the top of Elena’s head. “That’s their business. I just hope that Mary and Elena can play together. It’d be nice to have another child in the neighborhood, so Elena can become more social. I want her to be a kid and be more social. She’s always around adults.”

“That sounds familiar.” Roberta smiles at Elena, holding out her hand for Elena to grasp and examine. “So, why don’t you have any furniture, yet?”

“I wanted a clean break.” A small pang pierced at Annie’s heart as she thought about her childhood home. She missed it. She missed the smell, the squeaky door to the patio, her bedroom, and… her parents. “The house just wasn’t the same without my parents. I wanted to be able to start a new life with Elena. Gavin was already gone, so it was just me and Elena in the house. It didn’t feel right.”

“So, you lived with your parents?”

“Yeah.” Annie replied, replaying the past in her mind like a footage reel. “After I found out I was pregnant, I quit college out of panic. I was newly twenty-one, and only on my second year of doing my generals at the U of M.” A small sigh escaped her, before she could help it. Quitting college was something that she really regretted doing, but she didn’t want to dwell on past mistakes. “I really panicked, but I was lucky to have parents who wanted to help me. They let me come back, gave me a room to stay in, loved their grandchild with their whole hearts, and never judged me for my actions. They were truly the best parents I could’ve asked for.”

“They sound like great parents.” Roberta smiles, brushing her fingers over Elena’s dark curls. “I have a son. He lives in the Miami area. I only see him a few times a year. He has a family of his own, and a life of his own.”

“Do you miss him?”

“Every day.” She smiles, dark eyes shining with unshed tears. “I have Frank and Mary, though.”

“Well,” Annie grasped Roberta’s hand in comfort, “I hope you know that… You have us, too.”

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sungggyu · 6 years

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“신흥무관학교” / “iron mask” / “barnum” fan accounts

just a little over a week ago, i returned home from yet another korea trip in this year alone - this time to watch not only sunggyu but also dongwoo and woohyun’s musicals! so now that i’m back, i’ll be sharing a fan account of their musicals as i’ve done before with other performances i’ve attended ´･ᴗ･`

for those who are interested, i’ll put up a plot summary for sunggyu and dongwoo’s musicals in the next few days in a separate post!

sunggyu: shinheung military academy

16th september 2018 1430

18th september 2018 1500

18th september 2018 2000

19th september 2018 2000

sunggyu’s musical was the very first musical i watched, not just in the course of this trip but also the very first in my entire life. in other words, i have never ever been to a musical before this!! being able to experience a musical for the very first time through watching one of sunggyu’s therefore felt like somewhat of an honor, in a way?

before talking about the musical though, i just want to add that i saw sunggyu’s family…….. on the very day of my first show……………. like, what are the odds!!!!!!!!!! i had only just taken a photo of my ticket with sunggyu’s character banner at the side and turned around to walk to the seats at the back when a really familiar lady walked past me. i was still trying to recall where i’d seen that face before when not even a moment later, a squirming yoonhoo (sunggyu’s nephew) came into view and that’s when it clicked in my head.. she was sunggyu’s sister (இ﹏இ`。) i was so shocked that according to my friend, i froze on the spot LOL. after a few moments though, i finally got myself together and we went to the seats at the side as we originally intended. we caught a few more glimpses of his family a bit later and honestly they were just like any other ordinary family with a baby haha. yoonhoo kept throwing an empty bottle on the ground when he played with his dad but when he played with his grandpa, he kept tugging at grandpa’s clothes! eventually, when we went into the theatre, sunggyu’s parents stayed outside watching the baby while his sister and brother-in-law entered the theatre. after the musical, when we were leaving and making our way to woohyun’s musical venue, we walked past sunggyu’s mother carrying yoonhoo again near the theatre’s lobby. it seemed like baby-sitting duty was over for her so she’ll be watching the evening show with her husband while sunggyu’s sister and brother-in-law took over the baby-sitting role ahaha. it was such an unexpected but pleasant encounter! （´·｀）♡

what was really funny though (sorry sunggyu), was that yoonhoo looked so happy the entire day yet as soon as he saw his uncle....

moving on to sunggyu’s musical “shinheung military academy”, it’s a state-produced musical to commerate the 70th anniversary of the founding of the korean army. with this in mind, i was a little wary that the musical may be full of state propaganda and therefore, potentially lacking/subpar compared to those produced by privately owned production companies. as it turns out, however, the musical went above and beyond my expectations. it was most definitely not subpar and it was not just average either! it was so good that it exceeded all of my expectations ;-; imo the plot of the musical was brought out even better due to the A-list actors they recruited (ji changwook, kang haneul)..? seeing those two actors live in action had been a really incredible experience as well. both ji changwook and kang haneul really surprised me with how well they sang and it was not until days later that i found out they both actually made their debut in the musical theater.. which explains…

sunggyu plays ji cheongcheon, a korean general who was trained in the japanese imperial military academy before defecting to guide and lead the guerilla forces behind the korean independence movement under japanese colonial rule. to be really honest, sunggyu doesn’t have a very huge role and doesn’t appear much in the musical. he may be listed as one of the “main” casts alongside ji changwook and kang haneul but personally, i feel that this is very much just an honorary title? what’s interesting to note is that sunggyu’s character is one of the few, if not the only, character that is based on a real life war hero. i think sunggyu mentioned that he felt really honoured and awed to be playing an actual war hero, and he was so intrigued he spent lots of time reading up on the man’s biography.

in the first part of the musical, sunggyu only appears very briefly to sing one verse in the first song and in one of the next few songs. probably due to the character he is playing, he runs a lot, which was honestly a pretty refreshing sight lol. every time he makes an appearance, he’s basically running onto stage before running off stage again after singing his lines. he has one solo song in the first part of the musical, complete with a long sword dance and i have to say it was so!! hot!!! especially in that military uniform of his? wow. at the end of the song, he runs off stage with a torchlight, down the left aisle in the audience seats before turning and making his exit from the right side of the theatre’s door. he appears more in the second part of the musical, complete with lots of fighting moves due to the thickening of the plot. he does roundhouse kicks and punches here and there, taking down all the enemies with ease depsite being surrounded and outnumbered by them. (i know this is just a fictional plot but just picture that.. super hot)

there are times when many of the cast members sing together for an ensemble piece and in times like this, i would say you can hear pretty distinctively that sunggyu takes the notes that are an octave higher than most other cast members ;-; i checked with a few of my friends who watched the musical as well and most of them thought that the high note sounded like him too! other giveaways include the extra quivering of his lip, the subtle movement of him opening his mouth wider the very same time the high note comes on.. and many more haha. but honestly i do think it sounds a lot like sunggyu too. my boy :’)

personally, as much as i enjoyed the musicals, the part i always looked forward to the most was the curtain call at the end of the musicals because that’s when actor!gyu goes away and natural!gyu comes back :-( when he makes his appearance, he climbs up this huge stage prop and stands at the top, beaming for a short moment before making his way down to stage center to take a bow, do a salute and greet the audiences. he does so in a very sunggyu-like manner (aka in all the glory of his natural cuteness), fists half hidden in his big coat, waving frantically and excitedly in every direction all with a really precious and genuine smile on his face ;-; after all the cast members have greeted the audiences and taken a final bow together, they returned to the center of the stage as the curtain draws. it was always during these short-lived moments that sunggyu does the most adorable actions!! on the first show and the last show i went to, he shot cute little fingerhearts to audiences in every direction (ಥ﹏ಥ) on the evening show on the 16th of september which i missed due to woohyun’s musical, he even did a little dance according to my friend who watched it (T⌓T)

i must add that it was also really heartwarming to witness sunggyu’s interactions with his new friends! in one song where kang haneul’s character dusts off sunggyu’s shoulders as part of the performance, i personally witnessed sunggyu wiggling his brows at kang haneul hahaha. during the curtain call in the final show i watched, sunggyu was doing thumbs up to all the actors around him and subsequently, ji changwook turned around and patted him on his cheeks.. he is just so loved wherever he goes ´·ᴗ·`♡

my friends who have watched sunggyu’s musicals have always told me how one could see that he genuinely enjoys doing musicals and now that i’ve finally seen it for myself, i can’t help but to agree, it seems like the stage is truly where he belongs ♡_♡

dongwoo: iron mask

19th september 2018 1600

dongwoo’s musical “iron mask” was set in paris, france in the 1600s and it was really interesting to say the least! i must admit that i spoiled myself beforehand by looking up the plot but then again if i hadn’t, i doubt i would’ve understood much of the musical considering how weak my korean language skills are :/

after watching dongwoo’s musical, i personally felt that his singing in there wasn’t his best ever yet, but i think this has more to do with how musicals demand much more than just simply singing a song. it requires (emotional) acting, which dongwoo portrayed REALLY well, and i would say his acting makes up for it a lot. that said, his singing was still pretty damn good even though it didn’t seem to be the best i’ve heard from him. it was a bit shakier in the first half of the musical but once intermission was over and we moved to the second half, it stabilised a lot more ♡ when curtain call rolled around, i realised dongwoo must’ve been really nervous earlier because many of the older cast members were all patting him on his head, his back, ruffling his hair and just babying him. from an outsider’s perspective, those seemed to be acts of encouragement, praise and comfort.. which was why i think dongwoo must’ve been nervous before.. not to mention the fact that it was his first ever show for this musical.

expanding on dongwoo’s performance in the musical, i must say that he was an amazing actor. he’s such a wasted talent (πーπ) dongwoo played double characters in this musical - his role was both the elder and younger twin born to the parisian royal family in the 1600s. basically, the elder twin, louis, was the king whereas the younger twin, philip, who had been kept away from the public eye ever since he was young, was as good as a prisoner to the extent he’s unfamiliar with all the royal ettiquete that his elder brother has long been acquainted with. simply put, louis was a huge ass of a person and a king and philip, his complete opposite, was kind and gentle, albeit clumsy. the musical showcased dongwoo’s ability as an actor due to the huge contrast in the characters of both brothers he was portraying. dongwoo could leave the stage laughing his head off as a deranged (and somewhat psychopathic) louis after he had some man killed just so he could have their lover all to himself as his queen but within a minute, when the scene changes, he’ll be back on stage as weak and clumsy philip, who apologises to everyone for the slightest things he couldn’t have had control over anyway. dongwoo did such a great job in portraying each twin so cleanly without any overlap or confusion which is why i say he acted so well ;-; with enlistment coming round the corner for dongwoo, i doubt that he’ll have time to be doing anymore musicals, especially if we consider how there had been mentions of his solo as well. but if there’s a chance in the post-enlistment future, however, i’ll definitely be looking forward to his potential projects!

woohyun: barnum - the greatest showman

16th september 2018 1830

truthfully, i remembered the least from woohyun’s musical because i was feeling a little under the weather on the day i went to see his musical :-( that and the fact that it’s one of the earlier shows i watched compared to the other dongwoo and sunggyu shows.. but from the bit i do remember, he sang (really well, obviously) in a lot of lower range notes which was kinda refreshing considering how he’s usually in charge of a lot of high notes in infinite songs! if my ears didn’t fail me, the usual reminder to audiences to turn off their phones and that recordings of any form were prohibited was announced through a voice recording made by woohyun? hahaha. as soon as that ended, he appeared on stage right away and started the first song.

i would like to make a note that there was so much bromance going on between woohyun’s character (amos scudder) and the lead actor who played p.t. barnum and it was so adorable. the lead actor was easily taller than woohyun since woohyun is not the biggest man so during the many scenes where barnum grabs and hugs amos in joy, the lead actor literally lifted tiny woohyun off his feet in a tight hug and it was soooooo cute (ಥ﹏ಥ) there was another scene where the lead actor (i’ll just call him barnum from now) and woohyun ventured into the audience seats on the ground floor as part of the scene where they were pooling funds. at one point, after collecting enough “funds” (which were really just fan letters in envelopes), barnum said “i’ll give you amos” and then pushed woohyun into the crowd. the screams!! were so loud!!! woohyun was man-handled easily and i don’t know how else to say it but it was just so cute ugh. woohyun is smol, we get it, no need for the constant reminder (⋟﹏⋞) these aside, there were also the scenes of barnum and woohyun almost kissing (on the lips lol) and barnum slapping woohyun’s butt so yeah that’s about it for their bromance.

miscellanous notes from the musical:

there was this part at the start where barnum said amos was good-looking so woohyun made a flower pose

woohyun did a cartwheel

woohyun’s character got angry a lot and shouted so much it was lowkey 🔥

woohyun danced to ‘tell me’

after the show, we went to catch woohyun at his post-show greeting with fans at the lobby of the venue. it took some time before he appeared but when he finally showed up, he talked for quite some time and it was so sweet even though i understood close to nothing. other than the fact that inspirits are 너만이’s mom(s) from now on ;-) when he left the venue, fans lined the pedestrian walkway to send him off in the driveway and at one point he was so close to me i was so !!!#$%%#^@!$@! HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL.. that perfect face barely 2 metres away from me.. i had an internal breakdown seeing this beautiful man that up-close..

there was some talk going on later that night on twitter about a fan who allegedly grabbed his hand from the open car window and kissed it but personally i doubt it happened. after looking at the photos i realised said fan was actually the one right next to me and in the fancam i managed to film, there was no kissing going on. it was probably the photo angle in the initial photo that spread. if there was anything awful about that send-off, however, it was all those fans who ran after his car when it drove out of the driveway just because it stopped at a traffic light outside. that was really something.. which i hope will never happen again in the future :-/

all in all, this had been a really great trip! even though i got to see sunggyu’s solo concerts in the previous trip (featuring these two as well), this trip just felt so much better overall in that i was able to see each of my faves performing on a different kind of stage. oh, and did i mention our chance encounter with hoya at his brother’s restaurant too? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) as i’ve said, this trip was truly 10/10.

#personal #sunggyu #dongwoo #woohyun #*fan account

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alex-guerin · 7 years

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Last night I didn't get to sleep at all No, no I lay awake and watched until the morning light Washed away the darkness of the lonely night ... But more and more I find The dreams I left behind Are somehow too real to replace

Oh last night I didn't get to sleep at all No, no The sleeping pill I took was just a waste of time I couldn't close my eyes cuz you were on my mind And last night I didn't get to sleep No I didn't get to sleep at all!

Read under the cut for happy flailings and giddiness!

Literally me. Because I legit got zero fucking sleep last night cuz my brain just kept going back to Jason and sending me mental pictures of his smile and eyes and how adorable he looks coming into the cooler without his jacket or hoodie on and he’s got his arms kinda buried in his snowpants. Gads. I swear I’m in freaking love. The entire day, once 4:30 hit, I was a grinning dope and literally was unable to eat cuz the butterflies in my stomach kept trying to launch off with it and my heart. I was standing at my freezer locker when I saw a familiar orange hat go by on a fork truck and I was done for. Dopey smile the whole way to lunch cuz Jason had arrived for his shift. So I texted my mom during lunch telling her, “...I hate that an orange ballcap can bring such a dopey grin to my face. An orange ballcap going by on a fork truck. Yep. I have a biiiiiig problem!!” And she just texted back laughing at me!

I’d also been trying to figure out how I could find out his last name without being weird about it. Had finally settled on I’d ask my buddy on second shift if he’d be able to do some sleuthing for me. He’s crushing majorly on one of the guys on my shift, so I figured Brandon would be my go to to find info out for me and not judge me on it. Well, I walked into the building tonight, clocked in, and glanced to the first shift time cards and there, right in front, nothing blocking it from view, was a time card that said Jason Stobaugh and I went, “AH! O.O” Some how my piss poor brain instantly memorized that spelling even though I’m dyslexic and horrible at spelling to begin with. But that I was spelling to myself the whole night, including to the point of writing Alyssa Stobaugh on the back of my load sheet. Yeah, I sunk that low. LOL! But, later, I saw a list of birthdays for September up in the lunch room and there was another Jason listed, so, I wasn’t sure which was him until after I got back to the cooler and was working a bit and one of the first shift cleaning guys came in and was talking to me and I just casually was like, “Oh hey, Tyler. What’s Jason’s last name?” Tyler kinda looked at me like I was nuts for a second and then went, “Uh, I know it starts with a S, but I’m not sure what it is. ...whyyyyy?” I played it cool and shrugged and went, “I’m just curious. I know your last name, and a few other people’s last names on first back here, but hell, I didn’t even know his name was Jason until I’d heard someone call him that. So, I was just curious.” I fiiiiiiinally have a bit more info on my adorable, quiet Jason! Sadly, I’ve already looked, if he has a facebook page, he has it hidden. Cuz of the four or five that pop up with that name, none of them are him.

He spent most of the night running shipments into the freezer, but oh God, the few times he came into the cooler were basically the highlight of my utterly sleep deprived night. No, no, correction, getting to talk to him and make him smile and laugh again were the highlights of my night! I’m seriously making it my life goal to make him smile and laugh every day. Thus, I am never skipping work again. Ever. I was almost afraid tonight I wouldn’t get to talk to him, not even just our usual passing off labels and being all, “Here ya go,” “Thanks.” BUT! I got my chance when I knew shipments had come in and he was putting stuff away, so I figured he’d be the person to ask about a product the computer was telling me was a markout (nowhere in the warehouse, whatsoever) before I did anything with it. So, as he was starting to leave the cooler, I kinda stepped up with the paper in my hand I had the product info written down on and went, “Hey Jason!” He stopped and waited and oh sweet Jesus! Lemme tell you! I’mma tell you a thing here! I cannot for the life of me make and keep eye contact with people while I’m talking to them. I can’t do it. I get all shifty and uncomfortable and awkward, right? I zeroed in on those eyes and got ‘em locked in and good Lord his eyes are to fucking die for!!! Especially out from behind his glasses (he hadn’t put them back on yet after having been in the freezer). Oh fuck me please???? I dunno how, but I kept my eyes locked to his the entire time I asked him if he’d gotten a shipment of the FairLife 2% milk in. At first all I got was a headshake and closed mouth “hm-uh” which was almost a disappointment until I had kinda started to nod and turn back for the computer and heard him go, “We were supposed to get one last week, I think, but because of the hurricanes a lot of our shipments are being delayed. So, we should be getting it maybe next week I think?” The fact that I remember what he told me is rather surprising considering how in my head all I kept screaming was, “HOW ARE YOUR EYES SO FUCKING GORGEOUS?! HOW IS THIS FAIR?!?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!! OMG YOU’RE SAYING QUITE A BIT TO ME! DON’T BE A DOOF, LYSSA! DON’T BE A DOOF!!!” I nodded and started to scoot out of his way so he could get by me and turned it into kind of a little playful dance thing as I spun back around to face him again going, “Oh hey! My favorite words then! Markout!” Which got me my first laugh and smile of the night as he nodded and continued heading out.

Then later I needed product pulled down for my guys to pick from like, right the fuck now, so I didn’t have time to run out and get our backstocker guy to pull it down. I’d seen Jason come in to put some more stuff away so I went hurrying to his fork truck, waited for him to finish before I caught his attention again.

“Hey Jason? Could I maybe borrow you for just a second, please?”

He stopped and looked over at me and was like, “Sure. What’cha need?”

“Could I get you to pull some muffins down for me just real quick?”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

Now, I hadn’t wanted to ask him to do that for me cuz I knew he was busy and honestly, the first and last time I’d asked him to pull product down for me was moooooooooooonths ago and he kinda made a big deal about it (to be fair, he was new -- I think... -- and was busy trying to get his own stuff done at the time). So we headed into the “muffin room”, I pointed out which one needed to be pulled down and I stood there and waited until he brought the pallet down and put it in its spot, I thanked him, “Thank you very much, Jason.”

“Yeah, not a problem.” Got a bit of a smile and off he went.

And there’s me, standing in front of this pallet of lemon cakes, fighting back the urge to grin like a massive idiot as I pulled a couple boxes loose, clutched them to my chest and went scurrying back to my computer and what I’d been stacking at the time. I think next time I brave to ask him to pull something down for me, I’mma walk right up to his fork truck, fold my arms over the side of it, rest my chin on my arms and look up at him. Just to see what kind of reaction I get. :D

Honestly, with as sleep deprived as I was tonight, my filters were down pretty damn low. I don’t know how I didn’t do something ridiculous like call him darlin’ or something, which I tend to call everyone back in the cooler dear or darlin’. I almost did! I was once again waiting as he was putting some product away, mostly just watching him but making it look like I was paying attention to what he was doing and everything so I knew where he was going so I didn’t risk stepping behind him while he was backing up or something. And for a while my guys were constantly in his way. They were leaving carts in the middle of aisles, stepping out in front of him or just walking backwards and not paying any attention at all as he was trying to get back out again. So, when he finally noticed me and motioned that I could scoot by him, I did and went, “Da---dude, I am so sorry my guys keep getting in your way, today!” WHICH earned me smile and laugh number two as he shook his head and went, “You’re fine. Don’t worry about it.”

I was legit so sleep deprived that I was changing the lyrics to “I Want Candy” and “Hey Mickey” to “I want Jason” and “Oh Jason you so fine, you so fine you blow my mind, hey Jason! Hey Jason!” and was singing them out loud to myself. I’m sure someone had to have heard me. Luckily, no one said anything about it. I could have easily have asked him if he was single or for his phone number and probably not have batted an eye or even kicked myself later for it, I was that sleep deprived. I didn’t though. Dunno how, but I didn’t.

My favorite pastime now has become Jason watching. I ain’t even sorry, but man, it’s gonna get me into trouble one of these days. Literally any time he came into the cooler I basically stopped what I was doing to watch him and get this dopey, silly grin on my face. I was stacking a truck and he came in. He was in the other aisle. I couldn’t even really see him just his fork truck and I stopped and watched and giggled and got all goofy feeling inside. And my favorite part was when he’d brought a pallet of milk in to restock and it was too tall to fit wherever he had wanted to put it so he’s trying to pull these crates and cases of milk off the top...dude is only freakin’ 5ft5 at most. I swear me and him are exact same height. I swore he was gonna drop one of those cases on his head! He looked so silly and adorable stretching on his toes to reach crates and his fingers just brushing over them cuz he was just that much too short to really reach them. Oh God, I couldn’t stop laughing. It was just so damned cute!

Anyway, so, towards the end of the night, we were basically done picking and I was scrambling to get things checked since management decided to be dumbasses once again and needlessly sent me newbies who didn’t know what was happening and everything. Well, newbies done fucked shit up is what they did. So, I was trying to get one of the stops straightened out when I heard the printer start going off next to me again. Look over, and there’s Jason’s labels getting printed. I started folding them and went, “Fuck it. Jason, you’re adorable, but I’m not doing this right now.” So I let them drop and tried to continue, except they kept printing and printing and I was like, “GUH! FINE!” Dropped what I was doing and quickly started folding them -- all while my buddy Josh is standing there next to me laughing at my struggle to get them folded and my mutterings about Jason being adorable as fuck and he was lucky he was so damned cute. I’d confessed to Josh earlier in the shift about how my mom was laughing at me cuz I’m such a coward and how I’ve seemed to developed quite the crush on “the first shift receiving supervisor”. In fact, apparently my desire to not let half the department know about this was forgotten by me today in my sleep deprivation as Josh was in fact the second person I’d told about it. First was the stacker on second shift and she gave me such a look that I regretted telling her. Anyway, so, I got the labels folded up and set aside, got back to doing my stuff when Jason rolls in on his fork truck, disappears down an aisle, and a minute or two later starts back out again. I grabbed the stack of labels, jumped over the cart that was in my way and went darting after him. “JASON!” He stopped, turned, I held ‘em out and in our true way, had our typical, “Here ya go!” “Oh, thanks!” “Yup! No prob!” He didn’t even know they were printed. His assistant had printed them. Well, I was sick of assistant boy coming in to get them. Every time I heard the door open after labels had been printed, I’d look back all smiles and see it wasn’t Jason I’d get all disappointed.

I didn’t see him much after that, but then again, I was also busy trying to get shit stacked cuz the rest of the warehouse was waiting on us again. So, eventually, freezer/cooler crew all got sentenced to cleaning the freezer, except for me. I had to keep stacking. So, I kept stacking and singing to myself and dancing around a bit. And I don’t remember if it was while I was working on stacking, or after the last truck had been taken out and I was doing some clean up of my own that I heard the printer start up again and sure enough, more of Jason’s labels were printed. And, being alone in the cooler, I was cool with talking to myself, so I was like, “I swear to God, if he comes in here, it’s gonna be really hard not to go, ‘Ah, the sunshine of my day!’” And no sooner had I said that, that the cooler door opened, I looked under the rack, and there were these short legs scurrying in and I just got even more dopey cuz fuck yeah! Me and him were alone in the cooler! I WAS GONNA FUCKING TALK TO HIM! So I did. He grabbed his labels and started to leave so I went, “So’s it gonna be another 16hr day for you today?” And he stopped in his tracks, turned and got this big grin and laughed, shrugged and made a show of thinking for a second and went, “Eh, maybe only about a 14 hour day, today.”

“Hey! That works!”

“Yeah, ya know, shave a couple hours off, it’s not so bad.” And then I couldn’t fucking believe it, but he reversed course and started walking over to where I was standing so we could joke a bit more about the long hours. So I asked him if Wednesday ended up being a 16hr day like he’d feared it was gonna be, which got another adorable thinky face before, “Actually, I think it was fifteen and a half.” Which got me laughing and shrugged and went, “Hey! It wasn’t sixteen! That’s a whole half-hour less than you thought!” And mooooooore laughter from him. God, I’m fucking addicted to his laughter and smiles! And I’m so glad it was just us in there cuz I’m not sure if he would have come over if anyone else was there. Plus, I felt so damned special, I guess, that he took even just the minute or two we spent joking about the hours together out of his day to come over to me instead of stand at the edge of the racking he’d been when I called out to him at first. It felt like a great end to my day, and it was. Except I got to see him oooooooooooooone last time before I left!

Was heading out with a dumpster, my gear in hand and half blind cuz my glasses were fogged up. The main door rolled up, I started out with the dumpster just as he was heading in with his fork truck. He reversed course so I could head out and scoot past and our eyes met a couple times before I just smiled and went, “Have a good weekend, Jason!” And even though he had his freezer gear on so half his face was covered from his freezer mask, I saw his eyes brighten and crinkle in the corners so I knew he was smiling again and got, “Thanks! You too!”

And it has occurred to me that, I know his name now for sure, but I don’t know as though he actually knows mine. So, Monday I’mma fix that. Not entirely sure how yet, no doubt in some way that’ll make him laugh, probably hold his stack of labels out to him and then yank them back real quick and be like, “Ya know, it dawned on me Friday that I know your name cuz I heard someone call you one day, but I’ve never actually introduced myself to you. Hi. I’m Alyssa.” Just so maybe, MAYBE, I can finally hear him say my name. I may also hang a sign above my head that says, “You’re beautiful. Will you marry me? I love you!” ...no no...maybe not that. Though, I’m horrible at this whole flirting thing, and even worse at figuring out when someone is flirting with me, so, I’m not exactly sure how to go about getting my point across of, “Hey, I think you’re attractive. I’d really like to get to know you, please?” without it crossing into the whole sexual harassment area at work. If we still had the “Share a Coke” bottles in the break room, I’d buy one that says “Jason” and leave it back on his computer with a note: To help you get through another 16hr day! But...I dunno...I don’t wanna embarrass him and I don’t wanna seem weird. Especially since I still don’t know if he’s completely unattached to anyone yet or not. God I hope he is. I really, really hope he is.

If you managed to get this far, does anyone have any clues or tips on how to find out? I don’t know what to do!

#Personal log #long post #loooooooooooong post #cut down to size #God I haven't stopped grinning like a dork since I left work!

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cipherpolfiles · 7 years

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Welcome to the grand opening of the newly created* CPFiles’ Corner!

* Newly created literally means I just came up with this crap, because I couldn’t find a suitable image from this week’s chapter (One Piece 865), so I recycled this from an edit I made back in September and added Judge into it; now Niji looks like a midget LOL. The layout ended up looking like it was advertising a section, so here we are. Hope you don’t mind. Also, sorry for the delay.

Here, I’ll try to analyse manga scenes, backgrounds/backstories and even offering critique on Oda’s treatment concerning certain characters, always taking the info we have on them into account. To sum it up, basically what I’ve been doing until now, but with a fancy name. Let’s go then!

As the section header claims, today I’ll be analysing the panels the Vinsmokes and Sanji had in chapter 865 ‘Hey, Mother’ and comparing them to what we already knew about this infamous family beforehand.

Now, everyone should know I find the Vinsmoke family interesting by now. Do I think they’re good, nice people? No, I don’t. Do I agree with their methods or ideology? Not a chance in hell, but that doesn’t automatically exclude the fact that I think they make fascinating characters. Just wanted to make sure you all understood that before anyone has the brilliant idea to accuse me of being pro-nazi or something of the sort.

Well, let’s begin with the actual analysis.

The first thing I noticed a few chapters back and that I kept wondering about during this chapter, was the change when it came to seating arrangements. See, as I said here, the immediate positions to the head’s right and left are always reserved for guests of honour or people/family members they have in great esteem. To date, as far as the Vinsmokes are concerned, these two positions have always been occupied by Reiju and Ichiji.

As you can see in the panels, Ichiji maintains his position at the seat of honour whereas Reiju has been replaced by Niji. What happened?

My first thought was that Judge had “demoted” his firstborn for everything that’s happened involving her, but then I remembered that he doesn’t know a thing about it, so there would be no reason to take away the seat from her.

Then I realised that, because it’s a big event with many guests, they probably had their seats assigned by Big Mom’s staff and didn’t have a choice in the matter.

Let’s go to the next panel.

This issue they keep repeating about needing the raid suits and Judge’s entire attitude when it comes to trusting Big Mom really bothers me, because it really shows just how inconsistent Oda is being when it comes to his characters during this arc.

1. Judge’s attitude

Judge was first introduced as a ruthless genius warlord and we later discovered he’s also a genius when it comes to science, since he discovered the lineage factor (good old DNA) along with Vegapunk.

Then we got this from Reiju. As I said before on another post, Reiju is basically telling us her father is a very cautious and rather distrustful man, but that even he seems to be taking the situation lightly. She makes him sound like he has some serious trust issues. What we were shown in chapter 864 though, is a Judge who blindly trusted a notorious pirate such as Big Mom would keep to their word, which is completely out of character for him.

This is not “taking a situation a bit lightly”, this is far beyond getting a little overconfident; it’s pure recklessness and it completely clashes with that cautiousness Oda was conveying at first. How can someone who is so wary and suspicious of everything, trust a criminal blindly and show up without any sort of back up plan?

2. The Raid Suits

This one REALLY bothers me. I understand Judge needing one, because he’s not genetically modified like his children are, but whatever do his kids need the raid suits for? Aside from being a bit of an extra help, I mean.

They have superhuman strength, speed and exoskeletons that are as hard as a rock and that function as a “natural” armour. These kids were already doing stuff like the images below show by the time they were 7-8 years old.

So I ask again, why would they need the raid suits if they already are human weapons themselves?

And, yes, I know that candy coating Perospero created for their bullets pierces through the exoskeleton, but the Vinsmokes don’t know that, with the exception of Reiju, who was actually the test subject for said bullets.

Anyway, moving on.

Afterwards, we got this page showing us Sanji’s desperate attempt to get to his blood-family before they’re murdered and Reiju playing martyr once again. I’m seriously getting tired of all this Saint Sanji and Saint Reiju stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love both characters, but there’s no need for Oda to keep repeating just how wonderful they both are over and over again, it’s getting old. I already commented on the “I’m ready to die” smile on another post, so I have nothing else to say about this.

Next time we see the Vinsmoke family is in this scene: Big Mom’s scream.

Let’s have a look at what seems to be going on in these panels.

A - Reiju. We can’t see her eyes, but we can see in her expression that she’s making an effort to stay conscious, although not too much. She does seem to be withstanding the wave rather well. On the lower panel, though, we see her slightly toppling over from her position, as if she were completely exhausted.

B - Yonji. He seems to be the most affected by the scream and Haki. Just by looking at his rolled eyes, he actually seems to be on the verge of losing consciousness. Thus, we can conclude his willpower is the weakest.

C - Niji. He seems to be one of the most affected by Big Mom’s Haki, along with Judge and Yonji. We cannot see his eyes, but just looking at his tense jaw and the veins popping up on his face, we can determine that he’s making a huge effort to stay conscious.

D - Ichiji. His facial expression seems a bit tighter than usual, but otherwise, he keeps being nearly impossible to read. He seems to be resisting the cry and haki combo rather effortlessly, but we can’t see his eyes, like in Niji’s case.

E - Judge. He seems to be holding his own rather well, actually. He’s grimacing and making an effort as the rest of them, but his eyes are not rolled back, not even an inch. His willpower is pretty strong.

Let’s continue with the next set of panels.

Ok, so Chopper plugs the Vinsmokes’ ears (Reiju’s in the picture) while Sanji destroys the candy that’s immobilising them.

Is no one else bothered by the fact that Reiju looks like her child/preteen self here? I mean, her face was drawn rounder, like that of a child’s; I don’t know, I just find her weird in these panels.

Also, I want to seize this opportunity to talk about the Vinsmoke eyebrows now that we have a rather good headshot of Judge.

As you can see, Judge’s eyebrows seem to be thick and unlikely to curl in the way his children’s eyebrows do (I’m not going to trust the anime right now, because they seem to be making an awful lot of mistakes this arc - the longleg lady, turning the raid suits into tights...). We also know that Sora’s didn’t curl at the end either. So my conclusion is that Oda was NOT joking when he said that maybe Sanji was a devil fruit in SBS Volume 45. It’s very possible that Judge might have actually mixed some devil fruit DNA into his children to make them more powerful, hence the swirly eyebrows they all have, but that they do not seem to have been inherited from their parents, or their mysterious ability to create/wield elemental powers (fire, lightning). I’m probably completely wrong, although it might be worth considering.

Next one is probably everyone’s favourite panel.

There it is!

The evolution from chwan to swan I joked about while comparing Sanji’s backstory to The Ugly Duckling.

This is clearly the moment when Judge realises, even if it’s for just a second since we don’t know what he’ll do next, that Sanji might not be a failure after all.They’re all awestruck, with the exception of Niji, who isn’t even looking at Sanji at all. Wonder if that has a hidden meaning or he’s just trying to get up after being trapped by candy for a while.

I must say it’s nice to see Ichiji with an expression other than anger or a blank face, but it’s obvious he doesn’t understand why Sanji is doing this. He can’t wrap his mind around the fact that he’s being saved by someone he had bullied all his childhood. Also, notice how the panel is specifically designed to leave Reiju out of it, because she already knows how great Sanji is. This was clearly planned to be the moment for the rest of the family to realise the greatness that is Sanji and be forced to look up to him for once.

And last but not least, we have this panel.

Nami and Carrot handing their respective raid suit to each Vinsmoke.

Once again, Ichiji seems lost and doesn’t really know how to react to these people who are giving their all to help them even though they were nasty to them and Sanji turned them away rather rudely the previous day. Not much else to mention here, except for what I already said here: Ichiji’s ears go from elf to normal every other panel he appears in, which is not important per se, but I find it funny.

My God, that was long!

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This post was inspired by Ally’s series (which was inspired by Lia at Lost in a Story).

It works like this

Go to your goodreads to-read shelf.

Order on ascending date added.

Take the first 5 (or 10 (or even more!) if you’re feeling adventurous) books

Read the synopsis of the books

Decide: keep it or should it go?

The Complete Poetry and Prose by William Blake, David V. Erdman (editor)

Since its first publication in 1965, this edition has been widely hailed as the best available text of Blake’s poetry and prose. Now revised, it includes up-to-date work on variants, chronology of the poems, and critical commentary by Harold Bloom. An “Approved Edition” of the Center for Scholarly Editions of the Modern Language Association.

Date added to TBR: September 2, 2010 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: I went through a William Blake obsession in high school after I read Red Dragon and while, if I saw this book on sale I’d probably buy it, I wouldn’t go out of my way to read it therefore it doesn’t belong on my TBR.

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Craig Raine

Humbert Humbert – scholar, aesthete and romantic – has fallen completely and utterly in love with Lolita Haze, his landlady’s gum-snapping, silky skinned twelve-year-old daughter. Reluctantly agreeing to marry Mrs Haze just to be close to Lolita, Humbert suffers greatly in the pursuit of romance; but when Lo herself starts looking for attention elsewhere, he will carry her off on a desperate cross-country misadventure, all in the name of Love. Hilarious, flamboyant, heart-breaking and full of ingenious word play, Lolita is an immaculate, unforgettable masterpiece of obsession, delusion and lust.

Date added to TBR: September 2, 2010 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: Honestly? I just don’t think I could stomach actually reading this.

Books That Changed the World by Robert B. Downs

From the Bible, the Iliad, and the Republic to Civil Disobedience, Das Kapital, and Silent Spring, this revised and greatly expanded edition is a monument to the power of the printed word-an informative discussion of many of the most important works ever created.

Date added to TBR: September 2, 2010 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: While this sounds interesting… I don’t think I’d want to read an entire book. Especially one that is likely dated. I think I’d rather skim a blog post with this list LOL!

Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins

Still Life with Woodpecker is a sort of a love story that takes place inside a pack of Camel cigarettes. It reveals the purpose of the moon, explains the difference between criminals and outlaws, examines the conflict between social activism and romantic individualism, and paints a portrait of contemporary society that includes powerful Arabs, exiled royalty, and pregnant cheerleaders. It also deals with the problem of redheads.

Date added to TBR: September 2, 2010 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: I have no idea why I added this to my TBR in the first place…

Immanuel’s Veins (Books of History Chronicles) by Ted Dekker

This story is for everyone–but not everyone is for this story.

It is a dangerous tale of times past. A love story full of deep seduction. A story of terrible longing and bold sacrifice.

Then as now, evil begins its courtship cloaked in light. And the heart embraces what it should flee. Forgetting it once had a truer lover.

With a kiss, evil will ravage body, soul, and mind. Yet there remains hope, because the heart knows no bounds.

Love will prove greater than lust. Sacrifice will overcome seduction. And blood will flow.

Because the battle for the heart is always violently opposed. For those desperate to drink deep from this fountain of life, enter.

But remember, not everyone is for this story.

Date added to TBR: September 15, 2010 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: Dear Bree from 2010… WTF?

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

It is 1939. Nazi Germany. The country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier, and will be busier still.

By her brother’s graveside, Liesel’s life is changed when she picks up a single object, partially hidden in the snow. It is The Gravedigger’s Handbook, left behind there by accident, and it is her first act of book thievery. So begins a love affair with books and words, as Liesel, with the help of her accordian-playing foster father, learns to read. Soon she is stealing books from Nazi book-burnings, the mayor’s wife’s library, wherever there are books to be found.

But these are dangerous times. When Liesel’s foster family hides a Jew in their basement, Liesel’s world is both opened up, and closed down.

In superbly crafted writing that burns with intensity, award-winning author Markus Zusak has given us one of the most enduring stories of our time.

Date added to TBR: June 27, 2011 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: I actually DNF’ed this book many years ago, but not because I didn’t appreciate it. I actually loved how it was written and remember tagging almost every other page, but I kept choosing other books instead of finishing it until eventually I put it down for good.

Insight Meditation: A Step-by-step Course on How to Meditate by Sharon Salzberg

Insight Meditation box set includes: • 240-page Insight Meditation workbook (wire-o binding)—This workbook is designed as a complete self-guided curriculum. Organized into nine lessons, the workbook features more than 75 step-by-step mindfulness exercises, question-and-answer sections, glossaries, and photographs illustrating correct meditation postures.

• 2 CDs (70 minutes each)—Six meditations teach the cornerstone practices in the Insight tradition.

• Insight study cards (12 cards)—Daily reminders of the fundamentals of meditation in a convenient, portable form.

Workbook Contents Lesson One: The Power of Mindfulness Lesson Two: Bare Attention Lesson Three: Desire and Aversion Lesson Four: Sleepiness, Restlessness, and Doubt Lesson Five: Concepts and Reality Lesson Six: Suffering Lesson Seven: Karma Lesson Eight: Equanimity Lesson Nine: Lovingkindness Last Words Appendix A: Meditation Supplies Appendix B: The Five Hindrances Appendix C: The Three Great Myths Appendix D: The Three Kinds of Suffering Appendix E: The Four Brahma-Viharas Appendix F: The Six Realms of Existence Appendix G: The Eight Vicissitudes

CD Contents Each CD features three guided meditations that will help you explore the direct experience of meditation. The meditations are set up to simulate as closely as possible the ambience of an actual practice session at a retreat center like the Insight Meditation Society. Meditations include: 1. Breath Meditation 2. Walking Meditation 3. Meditation on Body Sensations 4. Meditation on Hindrances 5. Meditation on Emotions 6. Metta Meditation

Excerpt Welcome to Insight Meditation. The compact discs and workbook will take you step by step through a comprehensive training course in basic meditation. The cards included in the box list various helpful teachings that are explored throughout this workbook. This course is rooted in the Buddhist style of vipassana, or insight meditation, but these fundamental techniques for sharpening your awareness and releasing painful mental habits are useful no matter what your religious or spiritual orientation. It’s not necessary to affiliate with any belief system in order to benefit from Insight Meditation. These mindfulness practices can support your existing spiritual path, whether it’s a structured practice like Christianity or Judaism, or simply a personal sense of your relationship with the great questions of human existence. What to Expect: Insight Meditation comprises two compact discs, a workbook, and a set of informational cards. The workbook contains: –Information on meditation resources –Suggestions for setting up a meditation space and a daily practice –Buddhist teachings about meditation and life –Q & A sessions that clarify practical new issues new meditators tend to encounter –Exercises to help you deepen your understanding and experience of meditation (and space to respond to them) –Tips for taking your meditataive awareness into the world and for troubleshooting problem areas in your practice — Glossaries of Pali, Sanskrit, and other terms — A list of books and tapes you can use to further your study of meditation.

Date added to TBR: June 27, 2011 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: My friend and I started a meditation group back in 2011 and this was what we kind of based our meetings on… we followed the meditations in this book, so I got through some of this book, but when our group fizzled out, I never really went back to it and I don’t see myself doing so. That is not to say this isn’t a wonderful book for beginners, because it truly is. I highly recommend this box set to anyone who is interested in meditation, but it just doesn’t belong on my TBR.

Helen of Troy by Margaret George

A lush, seductive novel of the legendary beauty whose face launched a thousand ships

Daughter of a god, wife of a king, prize of antiquity’s bloodiest war, Helen of Troy has inspired artists for millennia. Now, Margaret George, the highly acclaimed bestselling historical novelist, has turned her intelligent, perceptive eye to the myth that is Helen of Troy.

Margaret George breathes new life into the great Homeric tale by having Helen narrate her own story. Through her eyes and in her voice, we experience the young Helen’s discovery of her divine origin and her terrifying beauty. While hardly more than a girl, Helen married the remote Spartan king Menelaus and bore him a daughter. By the age of twenty, the world’s most beautiful woman was resigned to a passionless marriage until she encountered the handsome Trojan prince Paris. And once the lovers flee to Troy, war, murder, and tragedy become inevitable. In Helen of Troy, Margaret George has captured a timeless legend in a mesmerizing tale of a woman whose life was destined to create strife and destroy civilizations.

Date added to TBR: June 27, 2011 Keep or Ditch? Keep Comments: This beauty of a book is currently sitting on my bookshelf and has been since 2011 and there it shall remain. I do really want to read this book because I effing hate Helen of Troy and Paris with a fiery passion. I think they’re both despicably selfish and stupid and I’d love to read this book and see their side of the story.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is the best chronicle of drug-soaked, addle-brained, rollicking good times ever committed to the printed page. It is also the tale of a long weekend road trip that has gone down in the annals of American pop culture as one of the strangest journeys ever undertaken.

Date added to TBR: June 27, 2011 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: TBH I read most of this book and saw most of the movie, but I don’t see myself picking it up again.

Vampires: The Greatest Stories by Martin H. Greenberg

Contents • 1 • Introduction (Vampires: The Greatest Stories) • essay by Martin H. Greenberg • 3 • The Bat Is My Brother • (1944) • shortstory by Robert Bloch • 23 • In Darkness, Angels • (1983) • novelette by Eric Van Lustbader • 53 • Dayblood • (1985) • shortstory by Roger Zelazny • 59 • The Man Who Loved the Vampire Lady • (1988) • novelette by Brian Stableford • 81 • The Cookie Lady • (1953) • shortstory by Philip K. Dick • 91 • The Miracle Mile • (1991) • novelette by Robert R. McCammon • 111 • Something Had to Be Done • (1975) • shortstory by David Drake • 117 • Valentine from a Vampire • (1988) • novelette by Ed Gorman [as by Daniel Ransom ] • 151 • Mama Gone • (1991) • shortstory by Jane Yolen • 157 • Beyond Any Measure • (1982) • novella by Karl Edward Wagner • 207 • Red as Blood • (1979) • shortstory by Tanith Lee • 219 • No Such Thing as a Vampire • (1959) • shortstory by Richard Matheson • 229 • The Vampire of Mallworld • [Mallworld] • (1981) • novelette by S. P. Somtow [as by Somtow Sucharitkul ] • 253 • Child of an Ancient City • (1988) • novelette by Tad Williams

Date added to TBR: June 27, 2011 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: #vampirephase #thanksTwilight

Here are the stats

You guys… I’ve added so many books to my TBR the past few months because I’ve been watching more BookTube channels and I made a few Book Outlet and library bookstore purchases, so my count has grown exponentially!

Starting Total TBR Count: 1760 Previous Total TBR Count: 1762 Total Marked TBR ASAP: 138 Updated Total TBR Count: 1849 Total Ditched Today: 9 Total Kept Today: 1

Bye-Bye Books: Decluttering my TBR January 2019 This post was inspired by Ally’s series (which was inspired by Lia at Lost in a Story…

#TBR

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katygoestoeurope · 7 years

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Day 15–September 14

Woke up and had Slovenian desert and left over Mexican food for breakfast #winning. Then we walked across the street to the bar and taylor asked them to call us a cab (apparently taxis are way cheaper if you get a local to call one and don’t just flag one down). We got in the car and it was this super chill younger guy who talked with us the whole way about his country and even gave a history lesson (after all he was a history and philosophy professor for awhile). His opinion was that the counties were better unified as Yugoslavia and he was adamant about putting distance between the Baltic counties and Russia. He also talked about how beautiful the Soča river is and reminded us how sad we are to have missed it. Almost seems as though this country has conspired to make me need to comeback. The way some of the activities I’d been been most looking forward to evaded us this trip due to unpredictable and unchangeable forces. We got to the station, he pulled over and I opened my door and a bus driving by hit it. Not too hard but hard enough to make a loud noise and scare me. The crease of the door was bent a little and he driver was only worried because it was a rental and not his car. Worried about us catching our bus but also needing to deal with this he called a few people but looked me in the eye and told me not to worry. He hates going through insurance companies so he has a friend at a an auto body place that could get him a replacement door for €70. We paid him and he was apologizing to us just as much as we were to him. He wasn’t yelling blame or making us feel bad, you could tell he didn’t want to be dealing with it either and agreed that the buses are insane around here. As we payed him and walked away to try and catch our bus I started crying. Because I felt stupid, because it was expensive, but mostly because it was just the most recent stressful event in what has been a really intense couple of weeks. Unfortunately I started and couldn’t stop and this was a problem seeing as I was in public, didn’t have my sunglasses, and had to buy a bus ticket. So I went inside as taylor went to get more cash and our taxi driver showed up again. He felt bad and was worried and I could tell that my tears made him feel awful. He waited in line for us to see which line was faster and helped translate that the bus was running late. Since I couldn’t stop crying, he was trying to ask what was wrong and I just said I felt stupid and was sorry and really couldn’t even talk. In the grand scheme of life it wasn’t a big deal but it was a momentary collapse for me and I really wish I hadn’t had an audience present. There was also just something touching about the way he handled it. He was so kind, so gracious, so genuinely concerned about us, he even got us a coffee while we waited. I could tell he really hated that I was crying and would have done more to help if he could. Taylor assured him that I’m just sensitive and, well, I guess I am maybe more than I think. Our bus pulled up and he hugged me and gave me a sympathetic kiss on the cheek as he wished us well. What a way to start the day. The bus ride was uneventful. Then we got off and had to get another bus (which ended up being the same one and we just got back on). That one I slept during and don’t remember anything except the awful fumes. If it was possible to die of bus fumes I was pretty sure that’s how I was going to go that day. Once we got the the bus station we knew we had to get to the island of Venice–or Venezia as it’s known by Italians. Both hungry we got some pasta across the street and were pleasantly surprised! Taylor really liked the pesto I got but we couldn’t really share because the other one was too spicy for me. When we were done with our meal these two guys sitting at the table next to us said hello and we’re asking where we were from and all that. They moved closer and we started chatting. It was cool for awhile, the language barrier was sooo difficult to maneuver though and they kept asking if we would go out to happy hour with them. In typical Italian fashion they were pushy but finally we broke free and made our way to the bus. The Venice bus/train station is an entirely new beast with trains leaving every 5 minute or so and about 10 platforms. We bought a ticket but I’m pretty sure we missed that train so we had to scramble down and up stairs with our luggage to get to the one that we saw pulling up. 15 minutes later we were on the island of Venezia. Then we had to walk to get to the water taxi. Supposedly only a 15 minute walk but with getting lost it took more like 30. Truly such a difficult city to maneuver, which would normally be fine, but lugging around suitcases really makes it difficult, especially with all the stairs. Although I did see a gondola driver texting while driving and I had to laugh because if that doesn’t scream millennial I don’t know what does. “Yeah I’m just here driving this gondola in Venezia, ugh, so bored wyd?? Silly tourists paying €80 for this LOL” So finally we get to the water taxi and it was €7.50 each but luckily (we’re pretty sure sure now) it is a two way ticket. The taxi is fast and as we see the sign for our stop we shuffle up the stairs just as the boat is moving away, passing it. In my horrible Italian accent I ask for the stop and the guy tells me we have to get off at the next one and wait for another boat that is going back that way….. so we get off and in hindsight it’s hilarious but we were so tired from traveling literally all day that it was beyond frustrating. We left at 11 in the morning and didn’t get to our Airbnb until 8. Our host met us at the taxi station and was just so so sweet. She lifted our spirits and put a lightness back in our day. We chatted with her for about an hour. The room is stunning, so comfortable and luxurious. There is a king sized bed, a canopy, robes, tea and coffee, towels that smell amazing, and the whole place is decorated with her husband’s glass art. Then we met her dog Kimmie (a boy) who is just the sweetest and largest lab puppy ever. We chatted with our host for a long while, she was so sincere and easy going and her English was stellar from working in the US for years in a hotel. Finally we had to break away to get some food and she recommended a little place down the street. She also told us how safe venice is, way more so than Rome in terms of pick pocketing, and said we’d be just find wandering at night. The place we ate was so charming, a busting environment hidden away from the quiet streets. We both got pizza and little did we know that it meant we would each get an entire pizza. Bigger than my face. Two of my faces actually. Oh it was so so delicious. It had a chili sauce on it so the spice was perfect and the thing crust and cheese were to die for. We also each had a spritz which is the Italian drink. It’s orange and served with an olive and we’ve seen everyone drinking them. It was pretty good! A little stronger than I like but taylor enjoyed it a lot haha We got back home and I don’t even remember putting my head on the pillow. Something about traveling all day is so exhausting. I’ve learned now that if I’m planing to go between two place on a trip and it says it will take 4 hours it actually means more like 6 or 8. Between having to get to the bus station, buy a ticket, wait for the bus, transfer buses, get food, and get to the Airbnb from the station it ends up being very stressful and time consuming. This means that travel has eaten up more of the time on this trip than I’d anticipated. Two nights in one place is not enough, I think 3 minimum is good but more is better. I couldn’t have known that going into this trip but I’m learning! There is so much to see but spreading ourselves so thin isn’t the best either. Obviously this is still an incredible journey, but after all I am still just a world traveler in training. I’ll get the hang of it.

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