byanyan · 8 months ago
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crazy how much better talking to someone can make u feel
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blossom-hwa · 4 years ago
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college model!juyeon
SO the people have spoken (aka 3 people but it’s more than 0 so I DON’T CARE) and without further ado HERE WE GO IT’S A COLLEGE MODEL JUYEON BLURB. please reblog if you enjoyed and check out my other dumb overly long blurbs in the stream of idiocy tag on my blog <3
pairing: juyeon x gender neutral!reader
wc: 2.4k
genre: fluff, a bit of angst when mc is stressed, university!au
triggers: cursing, like the tiniest bit of suggestive stuff but absolutely nothing explicit (it’s really just saying juyeon is hot which wbk)
fashion major!kevin
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so juyeon isn’t actual a professional model-model like he just happens to be v tall and v handsome and therefore catches the eye of every single fucking fashion major (and other people too) on campus but i’m focusing on the fashion majors because he is LITERALLY model material. have you seen those fucking arms and that fucking face ANYWAY MOVING ON juyeon is an absolute sweetheart behind those stupid muscles and anyone who works with him swears it is impossible like legitimately impossible not to fall in love with his dumb little smile but the thing is juyeon only really agrees to model for fashion major kevin usually like sometimes kevin will pull in a favor and ask him to model for someone else who can’t find anyone (bc let’s be real kevin’s got a lot of friends he could definitely rope someone into modeling for him /cough the other 2/3 of bermuda line cough/ but more often than not kevin takes juyeon not bc juyeon is like the best model or whatever (he’s good obv but some people probably have more experience) but bc juyeon is the only one who will willingly wear some of kevin’s more questionable choices
and the fucking thing is. he still looks good in them. he walks down the runway in this weird ass shirt and pants or whatever the hell kevin’s cooked up for this assignment and people are like.... IT’S SO WEIRD BUT WHY IS JUYEON PULLING IT OFF
so YEAH juyeon is happily modeling his way through college while doing a dance major (one time kevin did his makeup to purposely make him look slightly sweaty and the crowd went fucking insane) and he’s got a lot of things going for him, looks, talent, hard work, etc. and he’s v good at dancing, one of the top in his year so in exchange for his modeling work kevin goes to his dance recitals/competitions to cheer him on and that’s actually how juyeon meets you
you’re feeling shitty bc you just broke up with your partner for whatever reason, let’s just say it was not an amicable breakup and you were about to hole yourself up in 1. the dorm or 2. the lab and just drown yourself in work to forget everything but kevin is one of your good friends and he rolls up and is like. nah. fuck no i’m taking you out we are going to get lunch and then we are going to go see my model friend at one of his dance recitals i promise you it will be FUN and??? you can’t exactly refuse because it’s kevin and he’s not wrong you actually do need to go outside and get some fresh air bc the only time you have left a building over the past week or so is to 1. go to class/the lab from your dorm or 2. to go to your dorm from class/the lab (you are a science major here bc i am a science major and i am heavily projecting ok don’t come at me. though i will say you do theoretical physics which i DO NOT DO but i think it’s cool if mind-blowing so again. projection. despite the fact that i will not touch quantum mechanics after today with a ten foot pole)
so kevin forces you outside and the day is going ok like it’s nice out and he pays for the food and the dance recital is amazing and juyeon has this mf solo that’s absolutely gorgeous and you’re like hitting kevin in the shoulder like omg dude how did you score a friend this talented and he’s like??? what the fuck do you mean by that are you saying i’m not talented and you’re like. well. and then he threatens to deck you but it’s all in good fun anyway MOVING ON when the recital is over kevin drags you over to meet juyeon bc he’s like! it is unacceptable that two of my good friends do not know each other and juyeon if you’re not doing anything you should come with us to dinner! and juyeon is like well i was going to go out with the dance team but you two could come with us and he’s all smiley and soft and you half want to praise the heavens and half want to go to hell bc he looks so sweet and happy and lovely and it’s an honor to be in his presence but at the same time you haven’t left a building for like a week and you’re pretty sure you still have eyebags that haven’t disappeared (jokes on you they’ll never disappear this is university) but kevin says yes for both of you and so you end up with dinner plans too
and it’s fun! everyone is really nice and even though you know nothing about dance you and juyeon end up having v cool conversation about each other’s interests and all that and you’re so immersed in talking with him that you don’t see kevin giving you side-eyes next to you every five fucking minutes (he’s like well. i didn’t see this coming but i’m not going to complain) and by the end of the night you have juyeon’s number in your phone and you’ve made plans to get coffee before class the next day (you don’t have the same class but they’re in adjacent buildings and at the same time so why not) and you go back to your dorm feeling happier than you’ve felt all week
it continues like this?? like it’s actually v weird bc even when you two don’t have plans to meet up juyeon just magically appears around where you’re supposed to be and when you remark on this at one point juyeon just kinda blushes and diverts the topic which makes you suspicious a little but he’s really sweet and has no stalker-ish vibes and you also double-check with kevin who just fucking starts laughing over the phone until you hang up bc he clearly doesn’t have the brain cells to talk to you anywho this is model juyeon and i haven’t talked about that much but HERE WE GO 
kevin has a fashion show assignment coming up and juyeon doesn’t have much time to hang out anymore between fittings with kevin + his own major so you end up carting your ass to the fitting sessions after kevin invites you once to see what’s going on and juyeon actually gets scared by all the numbers n shit on your papers bc like what the fuck y/n are you a computer and you just whap him over the head with your stack of homework and say no shut the fuck up and model pretty boy (you don’t see but juyeon blushes bc you called him pretty. kevin saw though and he’s not impressed) but you end up not focusing on your homework bc kevin has juyeon put on and take off clothes at multiple points during the session and ofc if it’s pants or whatever juyeon goes into a different room but if it’s just a shirt.... let’s just say you get a free show and at some point you’re just like yeah i have to go and kevin’s like?? there’s still an hour left and you say something like i can’t focus here the vibes are off and KEVIN KNOWS WHAT’S UP but juyeon is adorably oblivious so he’s just like! ok! see you later y/n i hope you get your homework done :) and he’s so smiley and cute and you just want to melt and cry bc he’s shirtless which is hot asf but he’s also smiling like that which is cute asf and you’re getting whiplash
(you still end up joining the sessions every so often. you bring homework to try and get it done but your time is either spent critiquing kevin’s fashion choices or staring subtly (not) at juyeon)
then a not good week rolls around and it’s just been absolutely shitty between crap professors and too much homework and your lab is working on submitting a paper soon and you’re stressed to the max and to top things off you saw your ex earlier and they tried to talk to you and you really didn’t want to have it so you’re in the lab crying over your computer while you try to proofread the stupid paper and your phone is off bc you don’t want to talk to anyone but then the door bursts open and you nearly have a heart attack and there juyeon stands in clothes that definitely aren’t his own (they’re too sleek and fancy to be normal clothes at least) and his eyes are kinda wild before they locate you in the corner of the room, shell-shocked and confused and also still crying a little bit out of stress 
and oh god juyeon’s eyes just soften totally and he walks over and before you know it you’re being pulled into a juyeon hug which is quite possibly one of the best hugs you have felt in a very long time and you’re doing your best not to break down right then and there bc his clothes feel hella expensive and he’s asking you what’s wrong and you can’t speak bc if you do you’ll cry on his model clothing and you finally manage to say that and there’s a beat of silence and then juyeon just goes well would it help if i took the shirt off 
AND THAT JUST SETS YOU OFF AND NOW YOU’RE CRYING AND LAUGHING AT THE SAME TIME AND JUYEON IS HALF SMILING HALF UPSET THAT YOU’RE STILL SAD BUT LIKE IT’S FINE IT’S TOTALLY FINE AND somehow you manage not to ruin kevin’s latest fashion creation (which makes juyeon look unfairly handsome even through your puffy eyes) and juyeon closes your laptop and takes you out to the convenience store (still dressed in his modeling outfit jfc) and over shitty ramen and alcohol (or water/juice/whatever if you don’t drink) you tell him about your crap week and juyeon commiserates and listens
at some point you ask him why he’s still wearing kevin’s clothes like?? surely you weren’t running around in them all day and juyeon just looks down and mumbles something and you’re like speak louder dude i can’t hear you and apparently he was in the middle of a session w kevin and kevin looked super stressed and worried and juyeon asked what was up and he told him about how you weren’t responding to anything and juyeon just. booked it the fuck out of there to find you and well now here you both are
and that. that just touches the FUCK out of you and wow you’re crying again bc of that and out of guilt for not talking to kevin or anyone and juyeon’s freaking out like oh my god please stop crying did i say something wrong and you’re just wiping your tears away with a napkin like no you doofus i’m sorry i made you worried it was just that shitty week and??? why did you sprint out of there IN KEVIN’S MODEL CLOTHES you gotta give those back??? and it looks like silk you know that’s going to be a bitch to clean
juyeon just pouts then and mumbles something under his breath and is like. it’s not more important than you.
which makes you reel bc that sounded a lot more like a confession than you’re really ready to process and juyeon seems to realize that at the same time and now you two are both just wide-eyed staring at each other and juyeon’s ears are going red and you’re still in shock and at some point you’re like... juyeon you stupid bastard say that again and he DOES and okay maybe you’re not dating by the end of the night but you sure are two weeks later when you ask him whether or not this is now a date and if he’s your boyfriend and juyeon spills coffee all over himself
(he mumbles yes as you’re wiping the coffee off his front though so it’s fine)
(it does not help that the coffee has now made the outline of his stomach visible)
anyway in general it’s a v cute and v sweet relationship :D juyeon is head over heels for you and you’re head over heels for him too and you’re not like the over the top sweet and gross couple you two like to keep it a little low-key but ofc that doesn’t stop kevin from banning you from fitting sessions w juyeon out of fear that you’ll like make out while juyeon’s wearing the modeling clothes but that’s just kevin being a little shit so it’s fine
juyeon manages to bring that silk shirt back to kevin in one clean piece
you manage not to die every time you go to one of juyeon’s dance recitals (even when he puts in a fake eyebrow piercing and you almost have a heart attack)
juyeon often likes to come into the lab for nothing other than to watch you work bc according to him its fascinating to watch you manipulate numbers and actually the lab is a v nice and quiet place to get things done when it’s mostly empty so you have a few study dates there
you go to juyeon’s dance practices sometimes when you have nothing better to do and get excited over showing him the physics of some of the dance moves and juyeon understands almost none of it but he’s beaming bc you’re so excited and animated while talking about it and the first time this happens is when you two have your first kiss. you ask juyeon if he was kissing you to shut you up and he says no i just thought you looked so happy that i had to kiss you
juyeon is a gentleman and you are like the sarcastic best friend turned lover but it really works out and yea there are a lot of people jealous that you managed to wrap juyeon around your finger but you’re also wrapped around his it’s v much a partnership where both of you rely on each other and yeah. it’s sweet. it’s lovely. juyeon hot but more important juyeon best boyfriend ever <3
and that’s how it goes.
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(1 reblog = 1 prayer for kevin’s clothes let’s all pray that no tears stain his silk)
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trashinaglass-archive · 4 years ago
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Sensitive
Y/n is worried their night was ruined
A/n: I was reading a Bucky fic that I cannot find again of course that kind of inspired this? It was about Bucky taking reader to dinner and then getting upset bc she flirted with the waiter so he revenge flirted with a waitress. Idk it was messy but somewhere along the way came this. 
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Family was the top priority in Chris’s life. But as much as he wanted to be, he wasn’t around his family near as much as he wished he could be. Filming kept him busy, and even when he could be home, it was difficult to find time where everyone could come together. It made you feel bad, whenever he couldn’t see his family, or they were there with some missing pieces.
Over the fall break, you wanted to have everyone show up, surprise Chris, and have a fun family reunion- something that has been long overdue. You spent months planning and prepping, and tonight was finally the night. The afternoon was spent making calls, positive that everyone was ready and at the restaurant when you showed up.
“What kind of restaurant is this?” Chris asked as he walked into the master bathroom. You were finishing up your makeup when he walked in, still in your favorite pajamas, waiting until right before you left to change. “I mean are we talking formal, casual? You going in that?”
You look up, making eye contact with him though the mirror, and roll your eyes as a small smile rose on your face. “I’ll wear mine if you wear yours,” you tease before changing to a more serious answer. “I’d say it’s a bit in between? I don’t think a suit is expected, but if you wore one, it wouldn’t be questioned.”
Chris looked thoughtful for a second before nodding his head. “I think I got it,” he said before turning and walking into the closet. You finished your makeup and made your way to the closet as well, moving to your side knowing exactly what you wanted to wear for the evening. It was your absolute favorite outfit that didn’t get worn often, but each time it was, you couldn’t get enough of it. “You look gorgeous,” Chris said, watching as you stand in front of the mirror.
You smile, moving to where he stood as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Thank you,” you whisper as you look down, you hands moving up his clothed chest. “This was a good choice, I like it.”
“Gotta keep up you somehow,” he joked. “Let’s go.” He held his hand out, allowing you to walk ahead of him. You checked your phone, noticing a text notification.
Scottie: If you’re not here in 3, I’m ordering without you❤️
You couldn’t help but laugh causing Chris to ask who text.
“My brother,” you told him, shaking your head. “He’s just an idiot.”
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The drive to the restaurant was short, Chris ironically talking about something his sister said that was really funny. It made the excitement build even more, knowing how happy he would be once he saw everyone.
“Reservation for Evans,” he told the hostess once you were inside. She nodded, talking into her head piece before instructing you to follow her. Chris’s hand was on your back as the girl lead you to a private dining room.
“Surprise,” you whisper to him right before you get to the door. You heard Chris mutter a confused what as you quickly enter the private room, smiling to the Evans family before moving out of the way for Chris to enter.
“Surprise!” They all shout in unison, Chris jumping slightly before yelling back holy shit in excitement, immediately moving to hug his mom first. You smile, accepting hugs from everyone as well before finally getting seated. The waiter brought the menus out, now that everyone was finally present, and took drink orders. You sat back, watching as Chris and his dad spoke of some football stats they were obviously pumped for. The waiter came back shortly with trays full of drinks. You weren’t paying attention as he made his way to you, but you felt the cold liquid as it fell down your front. You saw the five or six empty cups on the floor after the waiter tripped over the rug. Chris immediately handed you his napkin, trying to help as best he could.
“I am so sorry!” The waitor exclaimed immediately, looking at you with concern. You were so shocked, you didn’t know what to say.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about,” you tell him, almost as if it were scripted. You felt as if you couldn’t look up from your top. “I’m gonna go to the restroom,” you announce standing from the chair.
“I’ll go with you,” his sister offered, beginning to stand as well.
“No,” you declined. “Don’t worry about. It’s fine, I’ll be right back.” You turn, asking where the restroom was before walking out the door, out of sight.
“There’s a sweater in the car,” Chris told them. “I’ll go get that for her.” He stood and walked out as well, moving as fast as he could without causing a scene to unknowing guests.
“I feel so bad for her,” Scott said, looking at his mother.
“I’m gonna go check on her, see if I can help,” Carly stood up. She maneuvered her way through the restaurant to the bathroom. She found you standing in front of the sink, using paper towels to get as much of the moister out of the fabric as possible. A single sniff grabbed her attention. “You okay?” She asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you answered, but you couldn’t help the subtle shake to your voice. “I’m fine.” The presence of another person strangely making the tears come faster.
“Why are you crying? It’s okay.”
“I just.. I really just need a second to myself,” you tell her honestly. “I don’t want to be rude, but-“
“No, I get it. I’ll go,” she reassured you. “But I just wanted to let you know Chris went to grab you something else to change into.”
She turned, leaving you behind the door but bumping into Chris soon after. “Hey, can you take this to y/n?” He asked, not wanting to barge into the ladies room.
“No,” she answered honestly. Chris was taken aback, never expecting to hear it. She looked back at the door before speaking again. “She’s crying. I don’t know if she’s embarrassed or what happened, but she said she wanted to be by herself. You should probably be the one.”
“She’s crying?” He repeated, as if he didn’t hear his sister correctly. She nodded her head. “Ok, give us a second.” Without waiting for a reply, Chris walked past her, moving to the bathroom door. He gently knocked before peaking his head in.
“What’s up, buttercup?” He asked as he entered, knowing the cheesy lines always make you laugh. Usually. You didn’t even look up. “What’s wrong?”
You shook your head, not even wanting to talk about it. Chris placed a hand on your waist, waiting for you to say anything. “I feel like I ruined it,” you admitted to him, your voice barely over a whisper.
“Baby,” he sighed, completely shocked by your answer. “You didn’t ruin anything. None of this was your fault, it was just an accident. You could never have predicted something like that.”
You sniffle, catching your breathe. “I just wanted you to have a fun night with them, and not worry about me getting in the way.”
“Y/n, you are the absolute best women in the world. Doing this was incredible in itself, but this is a family. Mistakes happen all the time, especially when we’re all together. It easily could’ve been me or Scott. Preferably Scott, actually, that would’ve been a great laugh.” You finally turn your head to look at him, silently agreeing with his subtle joke. “The night was not ruined. One day we’re all going to look back; we’ll remember the fond memories, we’ll laugh about that clumsy waiter, and then we’ll smile thinking of how you made this all possible. You made this night, baby. Not the other way around.”
He reached up, gently wiping a tear from your face. He pressed gentle kisses all over your face, making you scrunch your nose, before capturing your lips with his. “I love you,” you declare, finding your voice.
“And I love you,” he repeated, placing one last kiss before turning his attention to the sweater slung over his shoulder. “Here- I grabbed this. Can’t have you uncomfortable at your own dinner party.” You tossed your top to the side, letting Chris help slide the bigger one over your torso. The warmth so inviting after being in a wet one for so long. “We can head back whenever you’re ready.”
You sighed, almost not wanting to face your in-laws again after being so dramatic, but you knew you had to. Grabbing one last paper towel, you clean yourself up. No traces of smeared makeup left on your face. You threw it away, and immediately walked into Chris’s arms for a hug. “Thank you.”
He smiled, wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back soothingly. “It’s what I’m here for.” You pulled away, turning to grab your shirt only for Chris to take it from you, silently offering to carry it. You got back to the table, noticing two small glasses filled with clear liquid in front of your seat.
“Shots on me,” Scott announced when he saw you. “Figured you could use some alcohol after that.”
You laughed, appreciating his humor in the moment. “You know me too well,” you reply as you sit down. Picking up the first glass, you all cheers before downing the liquor, one right after the other. You notice the same waiter walk back in, this time with food. He made sure to be extra careful of where he was stepping this time. He stopped to let you know that he would bring you any dessert you wanted, on the house, for his mistake. You thanked him and watched as he exited the room, his right side bumping into the doorframe slightly, making him stumble.
“What a klutz.”
. . .
we’re leaving that last comment up for debate on who said it. 
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sporadic-writer · 4 years ago
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Welcome to the Neighborhood pt. 2
Note: ok so I know that not all of the boys, meaning both twins, live with the others. And I know my update schedule sucks but I go in a block and funk. Sorry guys. I just want you to read something I would read and truly enjoy. Also, I think I may make this a Haz fic bc ones about hin deserves more love and notes.
No one really reads these but I also think I'll write this for Harrison bc when Tom posted the pic of Nadia, it shattered the illusion in my head lol and it feels weird to a certain extent to write when he is most likely dating her. Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy for him and he doesn't know I exist, but it feels odd idk. So im pausing on Tom stuff atm lol. Harrison is single as far as publicly that ik so thats that 😅
Pairing: Harrison x Reader (most likely)
Warnings: mentions of weed, alcohol, and swearing. I enjoy all these things responsibly and ik im not the only one. As always stop reading if you dont like something.
Part 1 here initial teaser here (got around 100 notes soo 😎 check that out)
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“Alrighty boys. That’s enough about me, tell me about yourselves. I only know this one from the big screen and that 2 of you are brothers.” You gestured to Tom as you spoke about him. “And from basic eavesdropping I gather you are all very close.” 
Tom smiled, “Actually I’m a brother to the twins, older obviously.” It was fun having a celeb lounging in your hot tub, drinking a beer with you. “But yeah I am an actor, Spider-Man as you probably know. Harrison’s an actor too!”
“Oh my god you are! I watched Catch-22 on Hulu! Comedy my ass..! I balled my eyes out several times.” He had the nerve to laugh in response. “Don’t laugh! That shit got intense quick. Then the shot where you all are swimming? Killed me. I don't know how I didn't notice you. Sorry!”
“Did you at least like it?” He smiled and asked hopefully. When you nodded yes he beamed! “Well then that’s all that matters. I will say an American accent is hard.”
You brought your beer up to your lips. “Yeah because your guys’ accent is so easy. You make fun of how different areas in America have different accents but it’s the same here!” They nodded in agreement at your words. You leaned your head back a tad and enjoyed the warm water. “Southern accents have different twangs bepending on the area, I have family that lives closer to New England, that's something all in its own. Just like here. You got London, Wales, some place called Essex and other places more north of here. It's not just the US." You reached over for your joint to finish it amongst the bubbles. "Now for real. Tell me about yourselves. Harrison you start I guess."
"Why me?"
"Shorter wikipedia page." You smirk as you re-lit your herb. The guys laughed and made 'ooh' noises to tease. "I'm kidding! Relax a touch. I just picked your name because you are right in front of me."
"Well I've known this lot since we were all kids. Tom and I went to school together and we have been stuck with each other since. I was his personal assistant for a while too." You listened as he spoke. Sweat was building up on his face from the hot tub. It added a nice shine to his, and everyone's faces. In order to avoid makeup running everywhere you sat up as you listened to him. You watched his eyes watch your movements as you took a hit and slowly exhaled. Almost like he was relaxing from watching someone relax from getting high without actually doing so. He kept going and you realized you zoned out a tad. "And then I wanted to do more than just model so I did more auditions and Catch-22 became my biggest so far."
You nodded, noting you heard and were listening. "That's cool and all but tell me like favorite song, movie, animal! Hahaha it isn't everyday famous people are in my hot tub. I'm going to savor this first encounter!" He smiled and answered your sort of questions. You offered the joint around before it finished. Tom passed, Tuwaine and Harrison took quick hits though. "But yeah that is me. Now someone else go so I don't have the spot light on me anymore." He looked at you as he said that and handed you the last bit. You winked in thanks, and to flirt lightly. (Shoot your shot right?) "Same questions to you love."
You responded your favorite song, movie, and color to him. "Yeah I like a bit of everything. But funny movies are my favorite. Obviously I like Marvel too Tom don't worry. Same goes for music but my preference ranges from new pop to older rock. I grew up on 80s alternative pop stuff." You smiled at him and he beamed in pride at the brand he represented. "Ok Sam you now."
Sam starts talking about his life and Harrison goes to grab more drinks. At this point the sun as almost finished setting and you tell the blonde how to turn the deck lights on. Soon the rows of edison bulbs flick on and a lovely mood is set. The glow isn't too bright and adds a nice light to your summer tanned skin. What you don't know is that the gentlemen appreciated the glow as well. However, they are too polite to say anything too bold after just meeting you.
If you could read minds or be sober enough to detect a certain lack of subtlety you would pick up on how the single men checked you out as you got out of the tub to get rid of the roach. Polite of course, 20 something men are going to appreciate a beautiful American girl right in front of them.
And if they could read your mind they would hear how you were taking in Tom and Harrison's jaw lines and toned muscles. How you appreciated Tuwaine's smile and height. Then add the twin's curls and freckles to the list and they'd think you were picking them like boys from a catalogue. Despite the slight oggling on your part, your eyes always wandered back to the blonde hair blue eyed boy the most. He seemed a little more laid back then Tom. Probably just because one was working more than the other, but that was just initial vibes you got. Regardless of vain appearance choices and vibe preference, all these boys were wonderful and you were just lucky enough your uncle's hot tub fit them all nicely.
Tuwaine smiled cheekily and spoke up. "Alright, we all have fresh drinks and proper buzzes. Let's make it fun and play a game. So Y/N, you went to college in the states, give us a classic drinking game and show us what you got."
"Ha! I don't know what you're looking for but I assume never have I ever is universal? You can't play kings or flip cup in a hit tub. Hold up 5 fingers, put them down if you've done said thing, drink as well."
"No fingers, just play till we are right pissed." Harry grinned and everyone else went along with it. "I will start. Never have I ever- wait this a normal game or sexy version?"
You said you didn't care and Tom said what the hell, so he continued. "Never have I ever gotten walked in on during a scandelous activity." Tom and Harrison both drank and groaned saying they have both walked in on each other at some point in life. Tuwaine continued.
"Never have I ever fooled around while someone else is in the room." There was a pause and no one drank. But then you rose your beer to your lips and they all looked at you in a manner of surprise and demand for explination.
Shrugging you said, "Old drunken hookup in school. We didn't know his roommate was in his top bunk asleep until it was too late. The mistake we made was keeping on going when we thought we heard him, because we did..."
"Wow Y/N. Learning a lot about the neighbor girl right away!"
"Shut up this game was your idea!" You laughed as you spoke in response to his teasing. "But whatever it's my turn now anyway. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." That got all but Harrison and you felt proud for getting them. "Alright so you are either morons or were in a rush to send that sext."
Tom defended himself saying her name was Sam and it was instant regret the second he realized.
Sam glared at him and said, "Yeah no one enjoyed that bro. I'm still shaken up about it."
"Get over yourself it was like 5 years ago! And you accidentally sent your friend Jake one, so pot, kettle, hi both black."
"It was detailed!"
You just sat there amused taking this all in. "I am so glad this happened tonight." You said more to yourself than them.
"Darling if this ends up in the tabloids we will never speak again." They were teasing with the threat. "But come on this is good let's keep going. Never have I ever done it in a car." You, Sam, and Tuwaine all drank and giggled.
The game continued on and another round of drinks were had. You learned Tuwaine had said the wrong name in bed. Also, that both Harry and Harrison have fooled around during family functions. In return they learned that you've hooked up in a college classroom and in a restaurant bathroom. That ended up getting you and your former boyfriend kicked out of the establishment. Towards the final round all were getting sleepier but still in a good mood.
"Never have I ever had sex high." Harrison challenged the group. No one drank. "Wait really? Thought I'd get you with that. Finish your beer and all." He looked at you as he spoke.
"Nope. Just never happened now that I've thought about it. Huh. You'd think right? But nope. Not that I'm opposed." You ended your statement by glancing his way while finishing your beer anyway. Harrison just watched the way your neck moved as you tilted your head back. "Ok boys this was fun but I am gettin tired."
Tom nodded. "Same here. Thank you for having us darling, it was fun!" The others spoke in agreement and you smiled at them saying they were welcomed back anytime. They offered to help clean but you grabbed the remaining bottles and told them you were good. After final goodbyes, you told them to not he strangers, you were all in your respective homes.
You went to bed pretty quick. Next door, at their place Tom, Harrison, and Sam lingered to get some water before bed. "She was really cool." Sam said while sipping water.
Harrison hummed in agreement. "Yeah I think so too. Very chill and all that."
Sam smirked and playfully said, "You just think she's fit mate." There was a pause.
"Well she is." It was Tom who said that and the others looked at him in playful shock. "What I'm not blind! She is! She's isn't some shy girl freaking out over us. She's cheeky and just seems normal about us living next to her. More Harrison's type though I'd say."
Sam laughed. "Yeah he always liked the classic American 'girl next door' type. Just a bonus she is actually American this time." They paused for Harrison to negate their statements but he just sipped his water and looked at them with a glint in his eyes. "Told you." Sam said as he took a sip. "She is better than half the models either of you bring back. Nuerons fire and she can keep a conversation. Not that all models are like that! But come on you went out with some stereotypes." Neither could disagree. Sometimes you just want to have a date with the beautiful face. Long term needs substance though, and both Tom and Harrison thought you had it all.
"We need to invite her over tomorrow, and any time she's free." Groundwork was to be established and Harrison was determined to get to know you more.
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trenchcoatkitten · 5 years ago
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So I’ve been reading Temperature of the Heart, and you’ve mentioned how you have the whole thing written already. Can you describe what that’s like? What’s your writing process? How long does it take for you to write everything start to finish? Do you plan it all out or just kind of wing it? How long do you sit in an idea before you start?? Sorry about all the questions, I’m just so curious >_
bro!!! are you sure i will scream about writing for days omg
first of all THANK YOU its so freaking cool that you came to ask your questions and that you like my writing, im still sort of getting used to my writing not just being garbage that i read in the dark at 2am and never share with anybody, and i am always excited to answer questions waaaah 
(THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG I APOLOGIZE IM PUTTING A READING BREAK IN CAUSE I WENT OFF BRO, IM THE WOOOOORST) 
my process is pretty weird, it’s kind of all over the place? I’m kind of a halfway planner halfway pantser. I have an idea and usually make some disjointed notes about character and the main idea, in my phone or maybe on a google doc, and then a pinterest board maybe? Something to get excited about, a visualization. I ALWAYS tell myself im going to make an outline first and then i ALWAYS just jump right into writing because I’m too excited/impatient to wait. give me words on a page. give me dialogue. 
Usually when I’m a little bit into the project, when i know that I’m not going to abandon it to the depths off where my WIPs go to die (rip like literally over 300 individual and unique works, this is NOT an exaggeration, you should see my document bank its gross) Ill say “ok fuck you sami its time to actually know where you’re going” and I’ll sit down and make the grossest outline you have EVER seen. like im talking, my outlines are littered with memes, me yelling at myself, actual stuff thats going to end up in the final project, and just general random garbage? its so gross. Ive literally only showed one of my outlines to one person ever (hi akira!) bc im super self conscious of them and hate the way that i write them. making an outline usually sucks up an entire day of writing. they’re pages and pages because some parts will be INCREDIBLY specific and other parts will be so vague you dont even know
From there, when im done with my garbage outline, (after going back through what I’ve written and fixing the shit that was just me going off like a psycho) I usually start writing in earnest. I’ll highlight the parts of the outline that I’ve done and I’ll go back and check it often to make sure im following through on my plans and the character arcs and such, making sure that everything ties in and such. This section is me like. every day getting home from work or whatever and sitting down at the computer and not moving until 2am, this is the section where i forget to eat and I dont sleep enough and i forget to drink water or take my vitamins and I do word sprints with myself and have days where I write 10 thousand words in one sitting. (very not healthy and also terrible i do NOT recommend) this is the section where I’ll handwrite anything i can in the back of classes and at rehearsals because im pouring out words.
during this section I go back and edit ENDLESSLY. i cannot write something and just let it be. I go back to the section I wrote the night before, I go back to the section I just wrote, i go back to the very beginning. I generally dont have to do 1st 2nd 3rd draft this way, but it is much more time consuming as Im just writing. i dont know if i reccommend this its a MESS
THeN once i finish writing the whole thing, i sit down and reread/edit the whole thing once through. this makes sure i have good flow, the paragraphs go together well, the prose feels right to me, timelines make sense. during this time i make ENDLESS paper notes with calendars, section notes, additions, drabbles, thoughts about my own shit. i have notebooks full of just garbage. im not kidding. full notebooks. 
Once I finish that read/edit through I’m usually happy. only once something is completely finished will I consider posting. I go back too much, I add shit, I can’t let go of shit, not until it’s done. While I’m posting - I go through the chapter I’m going to post with a fine tooth comb, try to catch any tiny little mistake, add words here and there, but never change anything large if I can help it. Then i format it on Ao3 (this is literal hell, fuck the HTML editor it wants me to die) and then post it. Deciding to post a chapter to actually hitting ‘post’ usually takes me 1-4 hours, depending on the length, the difficulty of formatting, and how many goddamn links i wanna put in the chapter notes cause im the worst~ (insert jean ralphio voice) 
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LISTEN im probably super extra but I’ve been writing since I was in sixth grade (thats twelve years! time is an enigma and i hate it!) and so I have a bit of practice, i have a bit of experience and while I’m not the best me that I can be, I KNOW myself, and this is just what works best for me. 
As for timing - it depends on the length of the project and how motivated I am. It took me about a month to write Royal (~50k), just a little over a month to write All Might’s All Night Shop Stop (~75k), and just about two months to write Temperature of the Heart (~115k). I try to post every few days, because as a person I hate waiting and I don’t want to do that to my readers! 
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As for the ‘how long do i sit on an idea before writing it’ it really depends. Some things I will receive inspiration or a sliver of an idea and start writing it in the next ten minutes, even if I have to stop working on something I’m already working on, because that was Brain Has Decided. Sometimes I will consider an idea for like. months before actually doing it. I’ve had the idea for FBoW (the newest thing im working on oops? have i told anybody about this NO cause that will make it REAL) since before I started Royal, which was like. Last november. But I just couldnt quite do it for some reason, and it wasn’t pressing. My brain is super broken, and a lot of times I get sick over ideas. I can’t sleep or eat until I’ve written, and I will repeat phrases to myself until i can get them out of my head by writing them down. (Sometimes this is something nice or poetic - “The golden hour lights up the whole world, wiggling its fingers into every nook and cranny, lighting up two people lounging on a bench-swing, someone leaned onto porch stairs with a mug of tea, the space between those walking down a dirt road, a couple of dogs laid out on the deck.” and other times its literally “Ranch Fiddlesticks.” I’m not kidding. i have a note in my phone that says ranch fiddlesticks because I was actually going to Die if i didnt write it down.)
I do wish my brain didn’t do this - but I guess it makes some fun art, doesn’t it? 
WOW OKAY THIS WAS SO LONG im so sorry jesus christ. SOrry i will ALWAYS go off about my process and what it’s like to write. Writing is so so important to me, I LOVE it with every tiny atom of my weak, alcohol-infused, overworked heart. Despite how scary it is sometimes I am very glad to be sharing my work with the world, seeing peoples’ reactions and hearing things about my words, hearing how this little picture in my mind has gone into yours. 
okay jfc im done now im so sorry. thank you again and again and again, a thousand times over, for reading my work and enjoying the worlds that i enjoy building. It makes me feel like I’m worth it. It makes me feel like I’m doing something good. 
ily :’)
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flusteredmountainman · 5 years ago
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Since a bitch got sent one (1) ask only about. my ask meme that I created lol I’m going to go through and answer B) all of them bc i can... its selfcare.....
First 3 answers above the cut, other 47 below lmfao
Favourite of the main 6? I think the title of my blog speaks for itself lol
Least favourite of the main 6? Garbage stink piss man (Lucio)
Which of the main 6 do you want to slap the most? The aforementioned piss man but.... also kjaenfjkfea at times. Julian very badly because he’s just Like that but he’d probably enjoy that unfortunately
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Which of the main 6 have the most similar interests to you? (favourite colour, flower, food, drink, season, hobbies etc.) Portia tbh!!! She’s a very sweet spring girl and I also have a fairly similar personality to her. 
Who has the most tragic backstory? Mmmm.....muriel.......... I mean everyone has a pretty sad past but Muriel’s really is something else. The man is Heavily traumatised and I desperately want to give him a hug :(
Favourite side character? Mazelinka.... adopt me challenge kjaefkjnaf. i cant stop thinking about “goat bitch” what a fucking icon
Favourite animal friend?  Faust!!!! shes a good girl!!!
Best/worst of the courtiers? fuck i dont remember any of their names but valerius is. hot basard. worst is vlastomil hands down im kinkshaming anyone who wants to fuck the worm
Fuck, marry, kill (asker’s choice) Well skajfnkajf I’ve shot myself in the foot but. TBH its like. Marry Muriel, fuck everyone else, kill Lucio (full disclosure I only just finished julians upright ending and haven’t played Nadia’s yet so this may change except for wanting to marry Muriel and kill Lucio lol)
Romance or fluff? (Muriel) Fluff!!!!! Muriel deserves all the affection in the whole wide world. He gets sick? Bundle him up in furs by the fire and cuddle up into him with a good book. You look at him once? he blushes. it really doesnt get fluffier than that ++ a lot of his character arc in general is going to be.... letting himself trust you............. which is. so fucking wholesome
Wild night out or quiet night in? ( Muriel ) Quiet night in lmfao. We’d just hang out inside drinking hot chocolate and talking until we fell asleep propped up against the wall in his tiny house having completely lost track of time. 
Adventure or domesticity? ( Muriel ) I wanna say adventure because. I love travelling! I love going out and trying new things! And Muriel very does Not but I feel like getting him out of his comfort zone would do him some good! Starting small would probably be best, like maybe a tramp or going camping once in a while, then building up to bigger trips to other cities once you’ve convinced him you’ll both be ok as long as you’re prepared.
Cute date to the aquarium/zoo/park or elegant dinner date? ( Muriel ) I already answered this one B) I said: “ Definitely somewhere casual!!! I feel like he’d be most at ease somewhere like the park on a sunny day! Pick a nice grassy spot by a creek and bring a basket and have a really nice, chill picnic, and have a nap together in the early afternoon sun. Go for a walk after and talk about Plants (because i. am a biology student lol)  and generally just have a really relaxing time. Give the man a flower? Tuck it behind his ear? and he’d die kjnaefjnaej. Alternatively….. aquarium………. “
Coffeshop AU, high-school/college AU or modern AU? Give a headcanon about the one you chose jnakfjkjaf coffe shop AUs are so cliched but I actually love them for the settings of meetcutes. You meet Muriel when he’s on his rounds as a part time dog walker around the block and you barrel straight into him coming out of the shop when you’re checking an email, spilling the (now cold) remnants of your beverage all over him. You apologise profusely and he shrugs it off, blushing over your fussing and awkwardly tries to excuse himself. You insist on helping him finish his walk with All these dogs, anyway, you like dogs so it’s no trouble, and he begrudgingly agrees to finish the interaction sooner. You end up having a nice chat with him and notice in the weeks after that he starts coming by the shop without the dogs during the times you’re usually around, even though he doesn’t drink coffee. Your conversations with him during these short interludes quickly become the highlight of your day, and you start to suspect, eventually, that he feels the same :)
If (Muriel) turned up on your doorstep at midnight covered in blood, how would you react? Well I’d clean it off.... of .......course............. 👀👀👀
You’re stranded on a desert island; which 2 of the main 6 do you want with you? Muriel of course not only because I adore him but he’s. also a mountain man. Handy. And Asra because hes a good good magic boy and can make sand into water so.... handy. also asra is just an incredibly blessed person so kajefnkjaef
If your apprentice could go back in time and change one thing before the events of the game, what would it be? lucios birth :^)
You’re sick; who do you want to take care of you and why? I think I’m becoming predictable but. Muriel kjaefnkjafnjf you took such good care of him so it’s only fair that he should return the favour. He’s got a surprisingly good bedside manner and is generally just very gentle. Cooks eggs and grumbles that you should be taking better care of yourself but when you say thanks for all his help he blushes and kinda. stands up slightly straighter bc hes secretly happy he can Help
If you were trapped in an elevator with one character for 8 hours, who would you want it to be and why? Jojaefafjoafe ok so. Porbably Portia because she seems 1. one of the least likely to panic and 2. Would have fucking great conversation the whole time. 
Give a headcanon about Nadia She loves romcoms!!!! She would never ever admit it to anyone though, but she’s a huge sucker for romance stories in general. Cries at the end of mamma mia. Uses it as an excuse to snuggle all the way into your shoulder.
Give a headcanon about Asra He’s extremely lactose intolerant but he eats it anyway bc hes Chaotic and gives 0 fucks about how bad his guts feel afterwards, the cheese was Worth it dammit (and I say this bc thats also me kjaenfnef)
Give a headcanon about Julian Had a brief stint in his teen years where he unironically identified as sapiosexual
Give a headcanon about Portia She loves playing with hair/having her hair played with! Catch her falling asleep with her head in your lap as you weave your fingers through her hair.
Give a headcanon about Muriel I also already answered this one!:  “ He’d be really into gardening if he knew how! Catch me digging up all the dirt around his house and planting herbs, flowers (*cough* forgetmenots *cough) and other medicinal plants, and some strawberries for when spring comes! “
Give a headcanon about Lucio Unironically identifies as sapiosexual now even though he’s a huge dumbass himself 
Give a headcanon about a side character/the apprentice (asker’s choice) Nadia’s dad gets pegged
Give a popular opinion that you disagree with People calling Muriel a dom. have you. looked at this man. I have to laugh
Give an unpopular opinion Lucio sucks lol
Tarot or zodiac? Zodiac!!! Mostly bc I know exactly 0 things about tarot, I appreciate the aesthetic tho!
What is your patron major arcana? Oh worm I just looked at all the explanations in the wiki and tbh. The empress uh. dragged me with how much I ID with that (both reversed and upright) so akejfkjfae thats mine
Upright or reversed ending? Upright
Ot3? Me x muriel x asra (muriel has 2 hands and 2 tiny partners)
Brotp? jakjefnkanfe i love. portia and julians sibling banter. the good shit
Favourite non-apprentice-based ship? asriel............................. till i die............. (pordia is also fucking god tier)
Is the apprentice you, or your OC? thats just me bich kajefnkjnafe we living our best self indulgent lives 
Tell me about your Apprentice(s) im a big bi mess and i would die for muriel and thats it really
Favourite piece of worldbuilding lore? already answered: “ I really love how much of a shithole Vesuvia is kjbanefknaefk like. No formal process of trial/law? Public executions just being how people Do things? someone fucking help this city lmfao”
Favourite background/location? ok i really love nopal bc of all the cacti but tbh like. really anywhere theres a lot of cool nature? the forest is fucking good
The Forest or Nopal? bring the cacti from nopal to muriel’s hut in the forest and it’s perfect
The Palace or the shop? thheeee shop. i like the palace but i think id get Overwhelmed not being able to just. be in my own space a lot lol
The Rowdy raven or the library? the library with a healthy amount of alcohol lol. 
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43. Favourite character design?  I !!!!!!!!! really. love Asra’s design bc of its howl callback but all the designs r fucking cool 44. Best masquerade outfit?    Nadia’s..... glamorous..... 45. Best scene? Muriel. hugging. faust you and asra. hes so fucking wholesome ill cry...... or just straight up both of his books akjenfkjafn 46. Worst Scene? Honestly any containing lucio 47. Favourite song on the soundtrack? I love Crowd hammer! (predictable) but also memory 48. Best tale/bonus content? I dont remember names im terrible but i/ love the muriel one ofc kjneafkjn 49. Best CG?/ 50. Favourite memory?
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junqkook · 6 years ago
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So I was thinking about EBYT and you said there were hints scattered through the chapters... I know the hint of the book, kookie saying 'you're mine' and the whole situation about Tae. Were there anymore hints that we missed🤔 ALSO I love you and I hope this week is an amazing one with alot of joy and happiness!!♡
ooft ok yeah there were a few things that got missed so i’ll list them below a read more adhsjahds
PART ONE HINTS
When you glanced up at him, you furrowed your brows at the bottom of his left cheek, right above his jaw. Was that blood? He seemed to notice where your gaze was focusing on and he touched it seemingly without thinking. “You alright?” you questioned, the curiosity eating at you; but he had also caught you staring, so you should probably ask something.
“Yeah, just a scratch,” he told you, drumming his fingers against the counter.
— jungkook had gotten scratched by jieun before coming to see the oc and gets nervous when the oc notices the blood.
“Do you usually come here?” you asked him quickly, with wide eyes. “I’ve never seen you in the store before.”
He scratched at the back of his neck before replying. “No, this is my first time coming here. I just transferred to this school for this semester, so I’m trying to find my way around.”
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Hoseok only winked in return as he gathered his things and left, waving and promising he’d see you later at the party. You sighed and shook your head, setting your sandwich back into the small ziplock bag and shoving it into your backpack.
“There’s a party?” Jungkook brought up, his face reflecting an interest as he watched you.
“Yeah,” you replied, smiling wide. “You should come! It’s tonight at the Theta frat’s house.”
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“Jungkook, we can’t just sleep here,” you chuckled, wiggling under the weight of his arm.
“Yes we can,” he chirped, blinking his eyes open to look at you. Up close he was even more startlingly beautiful than before, his eyes wide and doe-like and his lips puckering perfectly around every word. “I have a buddy in this frat, Taehyung, and this is his room. He never comes back to his room during parties.”
— jungkook says he just transferred to the university however he says knows a frat boy already and is close enough to him that he can just sleep in his bed. also suspicious that he’d have that close of a ‘buddy’ in the frat but didn’t know about the party there.
Jungkook’s lips pursed for a second. “Isn’t it dangerous to go to a frat party alone?”
You cocked your head to the side. “What do you mean? There’s tons of people there.”
He shrugged and looked away from you almost shyly. “I’ve just been reading the news a lot and there’s been a lot of… incidents around here lately. I’m just worried.”
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“Yeah,” he said quietly as you made your way back to the sidewalk and began your trek to work now that Hoseok had ditched you. “Be careful.”
— no mention of the news before this and he’s the only one that’s heard about these so-called ‘incidents.’ he tells the oc to be careful even though there’s no real reason for her to need to be careful (unless he knows something she doesn’t) and because he won’t be there to watch her.
“When did you get here?” you asked him, watching him grab a bottle from the counter top and drinking in the sight of his bare forearms, usually covered by his hoodies. He leaned against the counter top and gave you a small bunny-like smile.
“Not that long ago, actually. I had some stuff to do before coming,” he replied. He didn’t expand on what stuff and you hummed, leaning across from him on the island behind you full of snack bowls and more alcohol.
— the ‘stuff’ he was referring to was going to see jieun.
“It’s that guy from last time,” you mumbled, cheeks warm. Seokjin proceeded to “Ooo” and poke your sides as you tried to wave him away. You were laughing and yelped as he jabbed his finger into your waist when the door’s tiny bell rang and your attention was directed there.
A familiar figure walked in, donned in the usual hoodie. “Jungkook!” you breathed, smile still plastered across your face.
— here, jungkook had just texted the oc about her leaving before he woke up. she only just tells him she had an early shift, but he walks into the music store minutes after receiving her text, meaning he’d already been following her and knew her schedule.
“Hey,” he prompted, getting your attention again. “Do you guys have any CDs for The Bravery?”
— this is my fav hint and one that no one got! the band he mentions have a song called “hatefuck” and if you read/listen to the lyrics it’s a big neon sign pointing at jungkook being the stalker.
“I’m fine,” he answered you quietly, shoving his hand into his pocket and wincing as the fabric must have slid roughly against the broken skin. “Me and my frat buddy Taehyung—I told you about him right?” You nodded and he went on, stepping forward and pressing the palm of his hand to your back. “We were messing around this morning when he came back and it got a little rough.” At your worried look, he sent you a blinding smile. “It’s really fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll walk you home.”
— his excuse is always taehyung bc he knows the oc will never meet him. the characters, especially jungkook, aren’t always telling the truth in the story!
PART TWO HINTS
“… come back with the still unidentified suspect on the loose—”
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Hoseok only raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, but my drama is more important than some news about some guy that got beat up in Daegu.” 
— the news is talking about a man getting beat nearly to death in daegu, aka what jungkook did to taehyung before coming to the oc’s university.
You’d been texting Jungkook on and off, slightly tired from how many texts he sent; he sure was talkative through texts for someone so quiet in real life.
— his delusion of the oc’s and his ‘relationship’ is all in his head so he’s more comfortable communicating through texts since face-to-face encounters can shatter his delusions and ideas about their so-called ‘relationship.’
He brought a hand out to touch your arm, but Namjoon grabbed you and yanked you back, his palm warm and a touch of cold metal kissed your skin by one of his fingers. Your eyes were wide as you stared up at the man, half of his body in front of you. Jungkook’s eyes were ablaze as he looked at Namjoon’s fingers wrapped around your wrist.
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The severed finger lay beside the tiny box, dried blood smeared across it and a ring resting snugly around it.
— besides the oc, jungkook is the only one mentioned in the fic that notices namjoon’s ring, which is later sent to the oc as a present with the words ‘i’ll always keep you safe.’ jungkook has been repeatedly possessive of the oc so he wants to keep her ‘safe’ from the other men around her.
“He already told me he hurt his hand when he was with his frat buddy, Taehyung, or something like that.”
“Taehyung?” Seokjin asked, brows furrowing again.
— seokjin remembers hearing taehyung’s name on the news, but can’t place it which is why he’s confused after hearing her say jungkook’s friend is tae.
He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s not a big deal. I usually take you to Hoseok’s place, right? But my place is a lot closer.”
You raised your eyebrows. “How much closer, though?”
Jungkook gave you a soft smile and pinched your arm. You yelped and then you two fell into a fit of giggles as you crossed the street. “A lot closer, actually. I only live a few minutes down this road.”
“Huh,” was all you said. He was pretty close to your apartment—instead of taking a left at the stop, the two of you took a right; only a few blocks away from you, you were guessing.
And you were right, as you two had reached the apartment building within only a few minutes.
— he lives really close to the oc bc he specifically got a place by her to have easier access to her and her schedule/routines.
“—ice have been doing everything they can, but still haven’t been able to locate her or her attacker. Their only hope was Miss Lee’s boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, to wake up from the injuries he sustained months prior in Daegu after allegedly confronting the suspect. However, in an unfortunate turn of events, Mr. Kim passed away from his injuries in the ICU earlier tonight, leaving the police with no le—”
You stopped listening, heart battering your ribcage. Had they said the name Taehyung? Your limbs felt heavy and you suddenly felt too exposed as you turned to look at the man sleeping peacefully beside you. Didn’t he say Taehyung was his friend from your university, not from Daegu?
— last hint! this was the crucial moment when the oc realizes jungkook hasn’t been telling the truth throughout the story and where the readers realize jungkook isn’t a reliable character (can’t trust that he’s always telling the truth, which is where some of the confusion came up with people thinking whatever the characters said was always true).
HOPE THAT HELPED AHDSJAHDS THIS ENDED UP A LOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BUT YEAH AKDHSJADH i skipped over more obvious stuff like the things you mentioned with jungkook being possessive and wanting the oc to be ‘his’ during sex. i mentioned the tae reveal just for the whole reliability issue :D
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slrichards · 6 years ago
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(1/2) i just started my first year at barnard and tbh it's harder than i expected...bc of social media i see everyone already have friend groups and i still feel like i haven't made friends and am feeling lonely, and i’m also realizing i haven't dealt with a lot of emotional baggage from home/high school that i sort of thought would go away,, and i think i had these expectations for college and new york and myself that i haven’t lived up to.. idk it's all making me kinda depressed and withdrawn,
hello I’m so sorry it took me a while to answer this. I hope you are ok!
It’s hard to answer this because I don’t know what kind of emotional baggage you’re talking about, and I think the nature of it could change the way you’re feeling/what I should say a lot. 
I know this is the most conventional answer of all time, but seriously…see a therapist. At Barnard. I’m saying this because I didn’t do that for my first two years, and I was soooo fucking overwhelmed by…everything! For a lot of the same reasons you seem to be (not being comfortable with my own feelings/not able to articulate them/simply not desiring to feel anything but absolute happiness with my condition, which I also considered to be the dream, thus repressing any feelings that didn’t fit into that narrative) and basically…feeling those things without being accountable to anyone for two years let a LOT of horrible anxiety and awful habits and self-perceptions build up that were really deleterious to me later on, and I feel like I could’ve prevented them. It may feel more lonely to hear that people feel like this all the time at CU because you still feel so alone, but that does equip the school therapists to deal with this really well. The transfer rate is really high here and there are a lot of people who have to resolve that it’s just not where they want to be. Whether or not that’s you, it’s ok. I won’t say you deserve to be here because no one does and it’s just like, a combination of your hard work and a lot of fortuity that led you here, but you don’t owe anything to the institution. Just because you’re privileged to be here doesn’t mean you have to like it, or like everything about it. If you can, try to be honest with yourself about your actual feelings and not judge yourself/feel guilty for having them. It’ll make you into a better student/citizen of the community, and that’s the goal, right?
I think something that’s also important to remember is that, even though it may not seem like it, college is a really weird and specific experience, so is New York, so is Barnard, etc. etc., and your peers didn’t all like…flawlessly transition, either. Some of them might come from fancy prep school backgrounds that feel just like this, but so many of them come from other countries, from low-income backgrounds, from extremely religious backgrounds, from rural parts of the United States…and feel just as unequipped to be here as you do. When I went to college I didn’t drink, I was like…kind of Christian, I came from a pretty sheltered background, and I had all these views about myself and the world that would change. I threw this (alcohol-less!…I know….) Halloween party my first October and all these people said they’d come but only like…five people came. The point is that…I’m in this radically new place. It’s hard to make friends and have fun when I don’t even know what kind of fun I’m comfortable with having, how I want to spend my time, etc. And ultimately, though this may not be what you want to hear, some level of pain and uncomfortability and loneliness was good for me, because it was the only way I would ever be able to clarify what I wanted and didn’t want out of my social life and my time there. I feel like you’re probably in a similarly nebulous situation. The point being: not knowing what to do is educational as long as you act on it without withdrawing/becoming depressed. Which is why you should please see a therapist so you can make sure you’re accountable to someone.
It’s almost hypocritical of me to say this to you because I have a very very hard time with it myself, but try to treat yourself with compassion. If you find yourself feeling guilty or beating yourself up for feeling a little bit at sea, literally take a piece of paper and write down what you’re feeling on one side (ex: “I’m so stupid for feeling ____ thing), and on the other, come up with a competing, more compassionate statement, like “Of course I feel _____ thing. ______ situation would be hard for anyone to deal with.” You could do it in your head, too, but I don’t find it as helpful. ANYWAY. Everything’s gonna be alright. It’s rough out there, and you have so much time to focus yourself, find out what you like and don’t like about college and the city, about your peers. It’s SO early. Everything will be ok! 
If it comforts you at all, despite all the pain I went through there and the myriad of things I didn’t like about it, I loved being at Barnard/Columbia and it made my life so much richer. There’s no place I would have preferred to be, and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.
(also please feel free to message me again if you want to say anything more specific about your situation! I know it’s been a while..)
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« CHAPTER 1
A/N: ngl this one is kinda boring lmao but i promise the sequel will be better.
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       About ten minutes later, Jordan and Nicolas arrived in front of the building in which the Delacours lived. Commandant Fontana spotted their name on the entry phone bells and she pressed the matching button. They’d been waiting for several seconds before someone responds to them.
       “Yes?”
       “Mrs. Delacour? Hello, I’m Commandant Jordan Fontana, from the Brigade Criminelle, and I’m accompanied by my colleague, Captain Nicolas Mercier. I know it’s early, but may we talk to you for a moment?”
       Laura’s mother didn’t reply, and opened the building door, enabling Fontana and Mercier to enter inside.
       “You didn’t ask the floor?” the captain realized.
       “Fifth floor, apartment A52.”
       “How do you…?”
       “It’s written on their mailbox,” Jordan cut him off as they got ready to enter the elevator.
       “You looked at their… OK, I let it down.”
       Several minutes later, they eventually found the Delacours’ apartment. Mercier knocked at their door. About ten seconds passed before Valérie Delacour, the victim’s mother, opened the door to the two cops, slowly. With a ravaged face, she seemed to have an idea upon what was going on.
       “I assume you’re not there to tell me a good news,” she spat.
       “Would you mind if we… talked about this inside?” Mercier asked politely.
       Mrs. Delacour made them enter who reached the living-room. She invited them to sit on the couch, and sat herself on the armchair across from them. A quietness settled down, then the mother broke it.
       “May I offer you a drink?”
       “No, thanks, Madam,” Fontana replied kindly. “Your husband isn’t here?”
       “No, Philippe went to work pretty early this morning.”
       Jordan and Nicolas exchanged glances, and the latter ended speaking.
       “We’ve come to tell you that we just found out your daughter, Mrs. Delacour. This morning. She… She was killed.”
       Mrs. Delacour put her hand on her mouth, and tears started flowing on her cheeks.
       “We’re sorry for your loss, Madam.” Jordan completed.
       Valérie Delacour burst into tears. Fontana stood up and came squat down in front of her, holding her hand and trying to comfort her as best she could. She felt her heart breaking into billion pieces in view of the mother’s reaction, but managed to hide her grief.
       “Who on earth could hurt my little girl? She had got her whole life ahead of her, she must have been eighteen next month,” Laura’s mother cried.
       “We’re making every effort to find the person who did this, Madam. We’re doing our best and the maximum. I know that the moment is badly chosen, but we would like to ask you some little questions, if you don’t mind.”
       “No… of course no… If it can help you…”
       Fontana glanced at her teammate, still sitting on the sofa.
       “So you had reported Laura’s disappearance exactly five days ago, right?” started the latter.
       Mrs. Delacour approved.
       “Yes, Sir. She’d gone to this birthday party, Amélie’s, who’s her best friend. Amélie Robert. They’ve known each other since nursery school. Laura left our home around seven post meridiem, I think. We told her not to go back home after midnight, but well, you know how teenagers are, they never respect hours we impose on them. And yet, we told her to go home along with someone, in case…”
       She was interrupted by a sob.
       “Excuse me…”
       “Don’t worry, take your time.” Jordan reassured her.
       “My husband and I tried to get her on the phone several times, but she didn’t answer, we just had her messaging systematically. It was unlike her, given that she always spent all her time on her phone. From this moment, we knew something serious had happened.”
       “And you didn’t try to get Amélie on the phone to know if your daughter had left the party or not?”
       “We did it, Commandant. The day after, actually, because we’d tried during the night, but she wasn’t available at this moment. I mean, she was celebrating her eighteenth birthday, then you know, with alcohol…”
       “Yea I see. And after?”
       Valérie Delacour took her time to gather her memories.
       “She told us she didn’t remember anyhting. She didn’t know at what time Laura had left her party, she didn’t pay attention. In every case, my daughter was well and truly gone, during the night.”
       Fontana nodded.
       “And have you noticed something unusual in your daughter lately, or the day she disappeared? An attitude change, fashion style, anything whatever?” Mercier questioned. “Did she have a possible boyfriend?”
       “No, everything was normal, Captain. Nothing had changed in Laura, and she didn’t have a boyfriend, as far as I know.”
       “And just in case… Hadn’t you noticed either… if someone could have stalked your daughter? Someone who would know her habits, whereabouts, daily routine?”
       “No, as far as I know… Why?”
       “Just like that. We don’t exclude any lead.”
       Captain Mercier took a break in his interrogation. Fontana then took over from him.
       “And does she have enemies? At school, or even outside?”
       “Not at all, Commandant. Everyone loved Laura. I don’t really see who could take it out on her…”
       “Okay… Last thing, do you know Amélie’s address? We’d need her evidence.”
       “Yes, Laura has… had an address book. She was very organized. It’s in her room, please follow me.”
       Mrs. Delacour led Fontana and Mercier to her daughter’s bedroom. Everything was perfectly tidied; therefore the mother easily found the address book in question, which was in one of the desk drawers.
       “Here,” she said, giving the book to Jordan. “There are all her friends’ contact informations inside. Amélie lives in a studio, near the college.”
       “Fine. Thanks for your cooperation, Mrs, we’ll give it back to you in due course. Thanks for having us.”
       Fontana and Mercier just arrived Boulevard Vincent-Auriol, boulevard where Amélie Robert dwelt, visibly one of the last persons who saw Laura alive.
       The two cops got off the car, and walked to the young girl’s residence.
       “The more I think about it, the more I have the impression that Laura Delacour is just a random victim,” Mercier commented. “Bad moment, bad time.”
       “Oh Nico, don’t jump to conclusions. The unsub might have stalked her since a while. That would mean that he knew that Laura was going to this party.”
       “But he would have been waiting all this time outside? With this bitterly cold?”
       “You're so naïve, killers don’t care if it’s hot, cold, dry, if it’s raining, snowing, or if there’s a storm,” Jordan explained. “When they want to kill, they do it, trust me.”
       The two teammates walked a few meters, then arrived in front of Amélie Robert’s building.
       “It’s here,” Fontana declared, the address book in hands.
       “I’m gonna look upon her mailbox to see which floor she lives at,” Nicolas replied to her.
       “Useless. Apartment 37, third floor.”
       “But…?”
       “It’s actually written in the address book.”
       Mercier sighed for a long, while his colleague remained standing in front of the doorbells.
       “What are you waiting for to ring?”
       The victim’s address book still in her hand, Jordan grabbed her phone with the other hand.
       “I’m calling Belmont and Haussmann; we’re gonna need them for a neighborhood investigation. The neighbors might have noticed or heard something suspect when the kid left the party.”
       Her coworker started laughing.
       “Did I say something funny?” Fontana, inquired, confused, the phone near the ear.
       “Nothing, I find it funny that you describe Laura Delacour as a kid ; I mean, how old are you already?”
       This didn’t amused the commandant.
       “I’m turning thirty-three in exactly twenty-eight days,” she stood up for herself.
       “Oh, then this is soon; in a month! But let’s be honest, it’s not possible, you’re lying. It looks like you’re twenty or you just came out of the police academy.”
       “I know, I’ve always looked younger than my age.”
       “You must be in the record book files in the ‘Youngest Police Commandant’ category, or even ‘Youngest Group Leader in la Crim’ History’. If that! It’s already been a year since you were promoted.”
       “Yes, well, I doubt whether I’d be there if Guérin was still alive. So, this position, I owe it to him.”
       Commandant David Guérin was the former group leader and was somehow Jordan’s mentor when she arrived at the BC as a cinquième de groupe in Guérin’s group. He had taken her under his wing and had given her a boost, having faith in her abilities, what enabled her to move up through the hierarchy quickly and to finally end being his second de groupe, his assistant. Killed one year ago during an intervention which had turned out badly, Fontana had succeeded to the post after the tragedy, and had been promoted Commandant and Group Leader by Lafarge, as well confident about the young woman’s skills and experience which had very often been echoed.
       Jordan didn’t talk more, and contented herself with waiting for Belmont to answer the phone.
       “Éric? This is Fontana. Uh, I’d need Lisa and you for a neighborhood investigation at 140, Boulevard Vincent-Auriol, in the thirteenth arrondissement. Yes, this is a certain Amélie Robert’s address; this is at her’s that Laura has been seen alive for the last time. No no, Belmont useless to question the whole boulevard; just question the closest persons to Amélie’s building including the inhabitants of the residence. Fine, it’s the deal. Thank you.”
       While the young woman was hanging up, her colleague meanwhile seemed thoughtful.
       “We must have taken like twentyish minutes to come to here by car. We must take at least a quarter of an hour more on foot. What gives to a large extent the time to kill whoever would pass around.”
       “We took exactly nineteen minutes by car, and we’d take forty-six minutes on foot.”
       “I thank you for… the precisions.”
       The two investigators thought for a long minute.
       “There’s something that is disturbing me,” the captain continued. This is a big and long boulevard, someone should have noticed something, and we didn’t hear about any attack around here. Furthermore, the colleagues didn’t find anything concrete when they investigated about Laura Delacour’s disappearance. And there’s no cameras there?”
       His teammate seemed not to listen to him.
       “Oh oh, Commandant, wake up! Are you hearing me?” he said, trying to make her react.
       The latter blinked rapidly, coming round.
       “Yea, yea, I’m listening, I’m listening to you, Nico. I was just wondering… Did the colleagues look for at the right places?”
       Mercier had his eyebrows furrowed.
       “What do you mean?”
       Fontana thought for a long, before replying to him:
       “And what if she took a shortcut? When I return from a party, I usually rather want to be home as soon as possible; then I’d tend to take shortcuts, wouldn’t you? It’s often smaller streets, dead ends. Theses zones are not much, not to say not at all lit, unlike boulevards and big avenues.”
       “But yeah, what an idiot, why haven’t I thought about it yet! Jordan, you’re an actual genius.”
       “I know, that’s actually a fact,” Jordan affirmed proudly, grinning. “Well, it’s time to question Amélie Robert; I’m gonna send some colleagues inspect the small streets and various shortcuts Laura could have possibly taken to return home. Regarding the cameras, there are normally some in the surrounding area; we need to obtain the video tapes from all of the ones which are installed from here to the victim’s place. I think our friends the ripeurs can look after this.”
       Several minutes later, Fontana and Mercier knocked at Amélie Robert’s door. Then a young girl, with strawberry blond hair, opened it to them right away.
       “Miss Robert?” said Jordan.
       “Good morning,” the student replied shyly. “Uh, I wouldn’t like to be disrespectful towards you or making a bad impression, but don’t you look young to be an actual police commandant,” she pointed out to the police officer.
       From the corner of her eye, the latter distinguished her second de groupe kindly mocking at her. She gave him a black look, before resuming the conversation thread, ignoring Mercier:
       “Uh, may we enter?”
       “Yes, yes, of course. Please come in.”
       The young girl made the two police officers enter her studio. The student atmosphere was prevailing the apartment. Indeed, Jordan immediately spotted, perfectly perpendicular to the bed, the desk, which was piled with books, handouts and whatnot; there were also rough draft pellets scattered a bit everywhere around the desk. This reminded the group leader her academic years that she hadn’t really seen pass.
       “You’re in Law, right?” she asked.
       “Exactly,” Amélie confirmed. “But well… You’re here for Laura, ain’t you?”
       “Yes,” Mercier assured. “I’m sorry, but your friend died.”
       “What? How so she died? She was killed, right? You wouldn’t be there otherwise.”
       Fontana confirmed the witness’ interrogations by nodding. The latter then showed a worn-out, crushed and distraught face, trying to hold her tears back as best she could.
       “When did it happen?” she asked afterwards, wiping away the tears that were appearing in her eyes.
       “You mean time of death? The medical examiner estimates that the death occurred two or three days ago, but she was found out only this morning.”
       “How is it possible?”
       “We don’t know this yet at the moment.”
       Completely distraught by the news, the victim’s best friend went to sit on her couch, followed by her two guests.
       “That’s my fault…” she whispered.
       Face in the hands, Amélie was sobbing.
       “Would you be ready to answer some of our questions?” Fontana managed to ask.
       “Whatever you want,” responded the young girl.
       The police commandant sat down next to her, whilst Mercier remained standing.
       “You really have no idea about the time Laura left the party?”
       “No, I don’t know… As I said to her mother, I’d drunk too much, I–I don’t remember.”
       “And… Do you know if she left with someone? A girl friend, or even a boy?”
       “No, I don’t know. Everything I do know is that she spent most of the party with Antoine, a friend from high school.”
       “Antoine who?”
       “Antoine Varez.”
       The police captain noted the name, repeating it for himself. Meanwhile, his colleague looked Antoine’s contact informations up in Laura’s address book if ever they were included. And indeed, every single thing was there.
       “And nothing special happened, during the party?” Jordan went on.
       “That is to say?”
       “I don’t know, anything; someone who seemed to keep watching Laura’s every movement, someone other than Antoine who remained stuck to her… Someone who could have followed her when she left… Any detail even seemingly insignificant could help us to get ahead with our investigation.”
       The Law student tried to gather her memories, in vain.
       “No, really nothing of that, I’m sorry.”
       Fontana peeked at her assistant, and both seemed to understand each other.
       “You know, sometimes our brain takes images and sounds in, without being aware of it,” she explained. “It’s possible that some details even minor might be fixed in your mind.”
       “What are you driving at? What’s your point?” Amélie asked, confused.
       “I’d like to make you pass a cognitive interview, if you don’t mind, of course. I don’t force you to do it, absolutely not.”
       The young girl hesitated for a few seconds, but seemed to agree nevertheless.
       “Okay, I accept.”
       Fontana smiled at her.
       “Fine. So you’re gonna start by closing your eyes, okay?” Jordan ordered to her.
       Amélie complied straight away.
       “You’re at your place, where your birthday party takes place,” Fontana went on. “Some guests are already there. Others are coming afterwards. And now, this is Laura who’s coming. Tell me what time is it?”
       “Yes… Almost eight o'clock. She says… She’s saying she came on foot.”
       “Fine. And then?”
       The student frowned.
       “I’m making her come in. I’m offering her a shot of vodka. I gave one to each newcomer.”
       She took a break.
       “She downed it in one.”
       Fontana nodded, although her witness didn’t see her.
       “And then? Do you see what she did after drinking?”
       Laura’s best friend shook her head no.
       “No. I turned round, because someone else just knocked at the door. It was Julie… Likewise, I gave her a shot of vodka.”
       “Okay Amélie, but tell me about Laura instead,” the police officer insisted calmly. “Where is she at this precise moment?”
       Amélie gathered herself more, knitting her brows.
       “I remember… I turned towards her. She’s talking… She’s talking with Julie and Mathilde, friends we met in middle school, we were in the same class. They’re laughing together. I think I smiled, because it really pleased me to see them together, it’d been awhile that we hadn’t seen each other.”
       “Okay. Is there a lot of people right now? What time is it?”
       “We were maybe about ten… I don’t know…”
       Once again, the student paused, her eyes still closed. Fontana didn’t take her eyes off her, and her teammate, still standing, was fixedly watching the scene.
       “I don’t know,” Amélie said, exhaling loudly.
       “Stay focused, don’t slacken. It’s going to come back.”
       One more time, Amélie obeyed the OPJ’s instructions.
       “Once all of the guests have arrived, what have you all done?”
      “Truth or dare, and a drinking game. I don’t remember which one we did first. I’m sorry…”
       “Hey, it’s fine. Take your time, Miss Robert. Please breathe in then exhale, and resume.”
       “You’re genuinely doing all right,” Nicolas whispered to his colleague, but she motioned him to keep quiet.
       Acting on her orders, the young girl breathed in and exhaled, then frowned again.
       “We did a truth or dare first. I remember now. It was pretty normal. There was alcohol, obviously. Then the drinking game came. I remember that Laura had already drunk a lot for the first game, so she was already a bit in a daze.”
       “Do you know how many glassfuls she drank?”
       “I don’t know. But still enough to make her knock-out.”
       “Okay, now tell me about the drinking game. Still focusing on Laura’s actions and only Laura.”
       Amélie’s concentration was at the utmost.
       “Yea, the drinking game… We were all sitting on the floor, in circle. Laura was sitting between Antoine and Julie.”
       “Very good, you’re getting by very well. Stay focused, okay? Go on. What do you see right now? What is your best friend doing? Don’t take your eyes off her.”
       The policewoman kept watching her witness.
       “She drank a lot, because she didn’t stop losing, so theoretically she had to drink.”
       “And do you have an idea about how many sips, glassfuls she drank?”
       Amélie counted in her head.
       “Ten… Eleven… Twelve… Thirteen… Thirteen. Yes, that’s it. Thirteen.”
       “And how much time did the game last? I mean, the drinking game.”
       “Around twenty minutes. Afterwards, we all stood up. Antoine helps Laura to get up again, she’s pickled. And after… We’re eating. Cocktail biscuits, candies, this kind of stuff, you know.”
       “What time is it?”
       “At the moment… I’m checking my phone. My mom just sent me a message asking if everything’s alright. And just above the message… The time… ten fourteen.”
       “Very good! Focus on Laura, again and again. So it’s ten fourteen. What is she doing? Watch out, observe well.”
       The teenage girl looked confused.
       “No, I stopped looking at her from this moment, I don’t know anymore…”
       She opened her eyes suddenly, to Jordan’s surprise.
       “I’m sorry, I don’t know. I can’t continue.”
       “It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. You helped us a lot, this is very good.”
       Fontana let Amélie collect her wits, while reassuring her.
       “We’d need you to draw up the list of all the guests at the party,” Mercier spoke for the first time in ten minutes, and he reached out a sheet from his notebook and his pen to her.
       “Of course.”
       The young girl listed about twenty names, before giving the sheet and the pen to the police captain.
       “Ah, and last thing,” the latter said. “Where were you the night from the 8th to the 9th November?”
       “You mean when Laura disappeared, right?” Amélie inquired and Mercier beared out. “I was there, we were partying. All the other guests could confirm it to you.”
       “And last night?”
       “Here.”
       “Can someone bear this out?”
       Amélie frowned sternly.
       “Sorry, but with all due respect, if I understand well, you’re accusing me of killing my best friend, right?”
       “Just following the procedure.”
       The young student sighed.
       “No, I live alone.”
       “Okay, fine. We’ll try and check all of this. We’ll get back in touch with you in the need arises. Stay available.”
       “No problem. Thanks for coming.”
       “Do cognitive interviews work? I mean, for real?” Mercier seemed interested once his leader and himself were out.
       “Most of the time, they do. Don’t you have seen it by yourself?”
       Barely three seconds after the two investigators had been back in Jordan’s car, her phone rang. It was Captain Marc Gilbert, troisième (de groupe) in Fontana’s group. Any time is the right time for brave people!
       “I’m listening, Captain, tell me everything.”
       “Looks like you were right, Commandant. We think we found something interesting, in an alleyway, just two steps away from the victim’s home. The Identité Judiciaire just arrived. There’s some signs of struggle. The young Laura may have been mugged in here.”
       “Well done, guys! Fine, send me the address, we’re on our way.”
       Following this call, Fontana and Mercier arrived Ruelle de la Planchette, welcomed by Gilbert who Jordan had had on the phone a few minutes earlier.
       “What’s up?” she inquired as Prévost and Louvet, IJ agents, came up to the newcomers.
       “We just took samples of various possible clues, even though they look pretty ordinary,” Louvet explained to them. “Paper pieces, tissues, trampled tufts of grass, cigarette butts, waste material and so on… We’re sending all of that to the lab’, we never know, considering we have nothing else to start with. It’s always better than nothing at all.”
       “It’s alright, you're doing your best, good job guys,” Mercier congratulated them despite the poor finds. All of them needed to be given some encouragement.
       After successively saying goodbye to Pelletier, Louvet and Gilbert, Nicolas Mercier and his leader slipped away and joined the police commandant’s car. The latter of whom received a call from Belmont, who was in charge of the neighborhood investigation around Amélie Robert’s building ordered by Jordan, along with Lieutenant Lisa Haussmann.
       “Yes Belmont, did you guys get something?”
       Noticing Fontana’s disappointed expression, her assistant deduced that this much talked-about neighborhood investigation didn’t bear fruit like they hoped.
       “So? Nothing?” he asked though, already knowing the answer.
       As he expected it, the group leader shook her head no. Mercier smiled sadly, almost despaired. The investigation just barely started, that it was already giving all of them a hard time!
       “Well, we’re getting back,” Fontana said. “My desk is waiting for me, I have a ton of files to deal with. As for you, I’ll drop you off, and you first take care of the kid who Laura spent most of the party with; you’ll pick Beauchamp up and then you guys bring this Antoine to the 36. We’ll take care of the others during the day.”
       “Alright, boss. You’re dealing with the Caroline Corvalan affair, aren’t you?”
       “Yeah… In fact, yes and no. The case was entrusted to Rüegger’s group, but they’ve solicited me—by the Boss’ suggestion—because they, I quote, ‘needed my supreme genius in order to resolve this case, we really want to include it among the sixty-five percent1.’ They’ve been working on it for already two months and they’ve reached the complete deadlock.”
       “Glad to hear that this case was entrusted to Rüegger,” Mercier commented, laughing, his hand put on the car roof. “His guys do a good job. With Schneider, it wouldn’t have been the same.”
       Jordan raised the eyebrows.
       “I know, right? It’s clear that, Lafarge’s order or not, he wouldn’t have wanted me. Considering how much he appreciates me, especially since I was a group leader because he judges me ‘too young’ for this post…”
       “Oh well, don’t fret over this, he’ll end by swallowing the pill one of these days…”
1sixty-five percent : this is la Crim’s elucidation rate, on average.
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onlyjihoons · 7 years ago
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policeman!jihoon pt.2
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a/n; special thanks to bff jupiter @chaeyolks for the pretty pretty moodboard once again,, also! this is a collab w @alliwannado-w1, her installment for woojin is coming up this weekend so do look forward to it^^
policeman!jihoon pt.1//policeman!woojin
warning: slight alcohol mention+slight violence, however characters are written when they are of adult age
“you’re illegal, why are you even a police officer?”
“you’re going to do undercover duty with y/n.”
“again?!”
“unless you want me to–”
“yes sir”
so here he was, groaning at his impeccable luck
he needed to get back at daniel for making him buy that drink LOL
“hello, im inspector park jihoon, please take care of me”
you looked up, being greeted by jihoon, in a light blue button down and ripped jeans
with that lanyard that has his name and picture??
usually staff id pics look like mugshots
but hey his pic deadass looks like a shot of those models for some fashion show
“hello, i’m sergeant y/l/n,” you smiled, sticking out your hand, “i hope we will work well together.”
at that moment jihoon fell for your brown eyes
and dimples when you smile
whatever he said about having zero interest in girls was thrown into the gutter
jihoon was tasked to shadow you for your duties for a month
he was pretty sure he was gonna get sacked for falling for his superior LOL
anyways
your first day of working with jihoon was nothing big, just typing out some reports
it was a little weird because an inspector from the violent crimes department in a street crimes(idk what its called pls forgive me) department? typing out reports of a lost puppy??
anyhow your female colleagues from the other departments will ever more often drop by your desk just to see jihoon
it was getting annoying how theyre actually paying more attention to jihoon
so you asked minhyun to dispatch you for more undercover duties LOL
“i thought you loved writing reports”
“not until the female sergeants from other departments come to my desk to see inspector park??”
“are you jealous?”
ngl you were but you arent gonna let it show
especially in front of minhyun
he would f l i p
“try having 3 colleagues flocking to your table every 2 hours to see your co-worker instead of talking to you, and also distracting you from doing work.”
“fine”
undercover was boring, you would normally drag sergeant!baejin along with you
but this time he wanted to stay in the office because he doesnt want to be the “third wheel”
you and jihoon would go to the same club everyday to do undercover duties
and the both of you manage to bust some sleazy dudes
since the whole thing was already under control the both of you soon don’t need to go to the club
and actually do night patrols
it was fun, because jihoon would entertain you by pulling funny faces and treat you to ice cream
contrary to your expectations, jihoon was actually quite nice to be around with
but then something in your mind went off about him
 you remembered the fuckboy senior that played with girls’ hearts in high school
it was jihoon
you were well aware that you were a position above him despite the 2 year age gap
but you couldn’t let yourself fall for someone who breaks hearts
so you decided to build a invisible wall of friendship to prevent yourself from falling for him
i mean how couldn’t you,, he was good looking, good at his work, and had a faint protective vibe which you liked
like whenever you were feeling only a little chilly at the cool breeze jihoon would not hesitate to drape his jacket over you
and also let you walk on the inside of the pavement
besides, minhyun would fall off his chair at the thought of his sister dating someone from the violent crimes department
but that didn’t stop you from having fun
the both of you would sit at swings and play at the slides
there was once jihoon was stuck at one of the slides and you had to help him LOL
but ended up pulling out one of his Stan Smiths and nearly called the fire brigade
day by day, the both of you got closer
and you told jihoon not to call you “sergeant hwang” bc that sounds rlly formal
one day the both of you were just talking about random stuff and you mentioned that you wanted to pick up martial arts
“i can teach you if you want!^^”
“really? what martial arts do you do?”
“i have a six-don black belt in taekwondo, i do teach little kids in my spare time as well”
so here you are, standing at the back of jihoon’s taekwondo class
you felt very over-aged learning taekwondo with a bunch of white-belt kids
but they were really good, and jihoon told the kids you were his assistant for the time being
yeah, assistant with a white belt
and just saying, jihoon looked rlly rlly hot in that taekwondo uniform
with slightly sweaty bangs and all
when he just stands aside for the kids to practice and adjusts his belt
bOI
ok moving on
you learnt some basic moves and jihoon barely needed to coach you to get them right
so all those years of fighting with minhyun was worthwhile
jihoon would shift you up to a yellow belt in two weeks because you were that good
so one day your eyes obviously wasn’t doing you good
you kept messing up the sequence throughout the lesson, maybe your condition wasn’t good
jihoon could see it and asked you to rest for a while
after the lesson ended, you took your street clothes and accidentally walked into the men’s changing room
and you walked into a topless jihoon
luckily, he was the only one inside
you could see his toned abs, and defined arms
not to mention that killer jawline
and in taekwondo pants????
jihoon noticed you staring slightly and then fumbled to find his taekwondo robe
and you noticed you were in the wrong changing room
“oh shit im so sorry i--i”
just as you were about to get out of the changing room jihoon blocked the door
without his robe
“y/n, did you enter the wrong changing room to see,,,”
“see?”
he pointed to his abs, “this?”
you could only laugh, “i would never do that, i can easily see them on the internet”
he raised his eyebrows, “so you watch porn?”
“no??” you rolled your eyes, offended, “do you think i’m that kind of person, inspector park?”
“n-no--”
“i’m sorry i’m not like those girls you played with back in high school, i’m not after your body--”
“you’re driving me crazy, y/n”
“what?”
“your eyes, your nose, your lips, drive me crazy.” jihoon stared right into your eyes, making you blush
“hey inspector park--”
“why don’t you call me ‘jihoon oppa’ anymore? is our relationship strictly work-related now?”
“i just...” you sighed how something small could escalate to something big like this, “i like you, jihoon-oppa”
you slightly cringed but you continued, 
“but we cant do this. minhyun will get mad, and there goes my job.”
“b-but--”
“sorry, inspector park, i’d have to go.”
you pushed jihoon aside weakly, then going out and into the ladies’ changing room
you felt hot tears trickling down your face, in reality, you just didn’t want your heart to be broken
the next day, you and jihoon went to work like a normal day
just, no patrolling and writing of reports the whole day
the office could sense a tension between the both of you, even your female colleagues stopped coming over
“hey y/n,” baejin stopped by your table and handed over a file, “you gotta go undercover again for that club, the perverts are striking again.”
“again?” you sighed, “okay i’ll go.”
“do you need me to go with you?” baejin leaned against your desk, “ you seem, off, today”
“i-”
“i will go with her, sergeant bae.” jihoon spoke, “it’s my last day here anyway.”
so fast, a month has passed, you thought.
“thanks inspector park. i’ll get going then.”
you skipped dinner, all you did was to write reports continuously throughout the day
until jihoon slammed your laptop shut, and stared straight into your eyes
“we need to go now, sergeant hwang.” his lips stretched into a straight line.
you unwillingly got up from your seat, as you shrugged on your coat and headed out to the carpark to wait for jihoon
the car ride was quiet, with you staring out of the window, not talking to jihoon
though it was jihoon’s last day, and you were sorry he had to spend his last day like that
you had to stop yourself 
though the club was playing upbeat music, all you could do was to stare into blank space
just then, some sleazy dude came up to you
“can i buy this pretty lady a drink?” he winked
“no thanks, im with someone else--”
“ey, that someone else can wait.”
“i really do have someone--”
“i said i will get you a drink alright?!” the man’s rogueish smile appeared, grabbing your wrist, “i know you’re here to do undercover duties, sergeant hwang--”
just then, a fist was sent flying to the man’s cheek, as he stumbled backwards
you saw an angry jihoon, his face was red with anger
“if you ever touch sergeant hwang again, you’ll end up in the hospital.” jihoon growled.
“wow, sergeant, i didn’t know you were into flowery pretty boys like--”
jihoon sent another punch across the man’s face, making him fall to the ground
you had to physically stop jihoon from hitting that sleazy dude, or it would’ve turned into a full fight
“jihoon-oppa,” you held his arm, which weakened at your touch, “let’s stop, minhyun wouldn’t be happy if he saw this.”
jihoon scoffed, putting the dude in handcuffs
“you’re under arrest for sexual harrassment, you have a right to remain silent, unless with witness that will support your innocence.”
after that dude was thrown into jail, jihoon immediately hugged you
“are you okay?” he then took a step back to analyse your frame, “he didn’t hurt you, right? i was so--”
you then cut jihoon off with a kiss, shutting him up effectively.
jihoon kissed you back with more assertion, to make up for the time he didn’t get to talk to you throughout the day
“what was that, y/n?” jihoon smiled, ruffling your hair
“don’t tell minhyun about this”
boyfriend!jihoon in the police station is super sweet, leaving you a sandwich for breakfast, then dragging you out for lunch
minhyun soon found out about it, “i knew the both of you had something going on”
and jihoon wasn’t the asshole you expected him to be
he only had eyes for you, and it was really endearing
the both of you would go on night walks, and then sitting on the swing set, talking about random things
overall, the sweetest crime-busting couple in Gangnam Police Station
“I don’t know how you became a police officer, your looks are illegal, you’re my illegirl”
lowkey stole that from dimple by bts sorry im lame i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i liked writing this,,my request box is always open, so do send in requests!
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Workouts and Basketball
Ugh I’ve been so bad at tracking this week. So now I’m gonna try to do a recap. Lolz.
March 10 Friday we went out to dinner for Ani’s birthday and I didn’t work out because I came home early to hang out with people. The Nova game was on before we went, so we made some amazing spinach artichoke dip and proceeded to eat most of it out of stress bc that game was legitimately awful. We somehow pulled out the win even though Seton Hall totally deserved to win lol. But it’s ok because the dinner afterwards made everything better - they had alcoholic milkshakes, so essentially I died and went to heaven.
March 11 T slept over and bc she’s a freaking nut, she convinced us all to wake up super early before Erin’s and do a round of Speed 2.0 T25. Poor Mikey did it with no shoes and that’s easily the worst one on your feet and knees even if you have the CORRECT shoes. Woof he was a mess that day. We got to our pregame and left an hour later after chomping on mims and pannies (mimosas and pancakes) and jamming to Galway Girl. When we got to 30th, it was so freezing you couldn’t feel your face, so we tried to scurry from bar to bar to limit our outdoor exposure. We ended the day exhausted with Wendy’s and Wawa, which is really the proper way to conclude your day drinking. Thankfully the Nova game was much less painful to watch and we won the Big East Tournament 🙌🏼 bless.
March 12 Lazy Sundays are the best, but I had a benchmark run to do, so I got out there and fought off the cold at the pier. Fortunately it was a pretty day!  It was also Selection Sunday, aka the day everybody starts really loving college basketball even if they’ve never really watched.  Villanova came out on the very top for the first time ever, which is a pretty badass thing to do the year right after a championship.  Go.  Cats.
1.55 mi 9′48″ min / mi
March 13 Monday I left work a little early because of the impending doom of the Nor'easter on Tuesday, but I had a recovery run to do.  I finished again on the pier, and took a cool down jog around the block to get that pic of the waters before the storm.  My selfie is my face despite my boobs hurting because of how cold it was when I stopped running.  Woof indeed.  I like that I’m not tied to tracking every time I run though, because I ran back home as well without putting it on the Nike app.  #fit for the sake of being #fit.  But also because when I was walking back to the bridge, I got a snowflake in my eye and I was like oh, time to go back I guess.
2.01 mi (but like probably more) 9′27″ min / mi
March 14 Next to nothing to report.  I worked from home, made those beautiful pancakes, and gave up on work midday to beat Bioshock 2.  Spoiler, the first Bioshock has a better ending and better story.  I’m partial to that one, sorry.  I barely took 1,400 steps the whole day and did not leave the apartment.  It was a disgusting mess outside so.  I didn’t feel that bad about it.
March 15 I had a Nike Training Club workout on the way, so I brought my sneaks to work to do a workout in our gym.  Wore the black Nike Flex 2016s for the first time in a while, and when I did a bit of a warmup on the treadmill, I was like holy shit, now I understand why going to a running store to get fitted is actually super helpful.  Those shoes hurt my feet and did not support me whatsoever after wearing the Brooks’ for a few weeks.  Damn.  Shoes make all the difference.  Instead of focusing on cardio, I did some shoulder / arms work for a bit before getting into the NTC workout.  Unfortunately, my half marathon plan thought I needed a slow boring stretching workout, so that’s what was on the docket.  I finished barely sweating.  Blech.  Sometimes I hate working out in a gym because I feel like I’m wasting my time.  I need to find time efficient circuits so I don’t feel like I’m not getting enough done.  My arms looked big af and not in a good way, but I liked the shirt I was wearing so meh.  Progress pics amirite.
When I got home, Ani and I decided to make a post-it note bracket on our wall in our kitchen so we did that while I ate that beautiful salad.  Cats all the way, obviously.  And we really just love Northwestern’s story so we love them a lot too.
March 16 The madness begins!!  Clearly I was mostly preoccupied with games all day at work.  I even ran my longest run on the treadmill for the first time in a while (!) without headphones (!!!!) so I could flip between games on the tv. The first mile recently has sucked for me - sometimes my heels hurt, sometimes it’s my shins, sometimes it’s my ankles.  Yesterday it was my left shin and my right heel.  But then it goes away once I run for a little while longer.  Wtf.  I make sure to stretch all the things after each run, so what am I doing wrong?  I wonder if my form is wrong somehow.  Like I know I’m a heel-toe runner, which isn’t great, but like most people run that way and I’ve never had problems like this before when I like actually ran more so what is going on.  I know I should probably build up my leg strength and lose some weight to help the pressure, but like.  I do that by running and putting pressure on it.  SO.  Idk.  I pushed past what I was supposed to do and ran a 5K just because I was feeling it.  Endorphins were kicking in which was awesome, since I definitely felt like I could go for longer if there wasn’t a guy waiting for me to get off :/ that��s the other thing that sucks about gyms.  You gotta be like courteous and stuff.  Can’t wait for my goddamn gym in my building to be finished!!!!!  Even though they said it was supposed to be done when we moved in (October) and they just started working on it a few weeks ago (March).  Bye apartment building management.  You blow harder than Villanova in the first half yesterday.  Good thing we came out on top bc we’re a second half team and Jay must’ve screamed their ears off at halftime.
3.31 mi 9′30″ min /mi
This post was a clusterfuck.  Oh well.  I’m bored at work bc half my team isn’t here and basketball isn’t on yet.  Once again, go cats.
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otcsocialnetwork · 6 years ago
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$AMFE – Here's a review repost by EGold, a message board member:
Here’s a review repost by EGold, a message board member: Day 1 My impressions of the grand opening at Tempe Morning All, Needless to say the anticipation of going to the grand opening was exciting for my wife and I. After owning the stock for so long, almost 1,800 posts of DD and or defending the company here it was great to actually feel the experience of a Snakes & Lattes. On the short side wow we had fun 4 hrs. of fun. Juancy thanks for posting the pics I took hope everyone enjoyed them. We stopped by Thurs. to check out the building. They were working very hard getting it ready. I wasn’t 100% it would be done but it was. The space S&L is located on 6th St. and Mill Ave. I was told by many this intersection was the most popular on mill Ave. 2 of the most popular bars. sit on the corners with S&L just down 6th st. a bit. Hands down to JRF for finding this location. Just a great location. \\ Inside and outside There is outdoor seating which was nice to see. Inside very very spacious. As soon as you walk in you can see the S&L sign right behind the bar. Off to each side are tables along with the shelves of lots and lots of games. Off to the right is a small area of shelving for the retail game section. There are booths, small tables for 2 and many larger tables for larger parties. Again a very open space. \\ The experience: We were sitting next to another couple in a small 2 person table. Staff came right over and took our drink order and explained how the games worked. They asked if we had any games in mind. After saying no we walked up to the games shelving were they recommended something. They started explaining the game to us, well to my wife. I’m checking the place out taking pics, txt’ing to some longs who are friends and leaned over to ask the couple next to us how he liked the pizza. He said it was very good so I ordered a chicken pesto pizza and my wife ordered a salad. While waiting for our food we starting playing a card game. I was curious how the couple found S&L since there was no advanced advertising in Tempe or on the website. This was a soft opening. He told me that he did some DD into the company not on S&L but on something else. Was I sitting next to a shareholder? I sure was lol. He bought based on his DD on Gro3 a few months back around .08 which if I remember was prior to the audit being released. Small world right and not on IHUB. Imagine a long who is not on this board who would of thought lol. He had a lot of questions once I told him how long I’ve owned and what I knew. That’s for another post maybe. The food The menu was limited for the soft opening. The food I saw being served looked fresh. My chicken pesto pizza was great and my wife loved her salad. \\ Back to playing games, taking pics and chatting with the couple next to us. After my wife beat me we changed games. Came back and beat her in the next game. Note this: never beat your wife 2 out 3 games when your going back to your hotel after a fun night….. jk of course. \\ The Staff Well trained and very friendly. Always came over to ask if everything was ok… The guru’s would stop by frequently. They work as a team if they don’t know the answer to your question they find someone that does. Like any new restaurant opening a few bugs here and there. Over all great job corporate in training the staff. We were there 4 hrs. I’m thinking the average time maybe 2+ hrs. I was taking pics, chatting to my new long friend and txt’ing to other longs. One more thing when your wife/gf gives you that ok put the freaking phone away look.. just remember the the hotel thing lol. \\ Our bill came to 60.00 before tip, would of been more but they only had vanilla ice cream which they were comping. Right now it’s 5.00 cover not like the 8.00 in Canada. Maybe it will go up after the soft opening. One thing they have down, they don’t rush you or push you into buying any more food/drinks. You do that yourself as time goes along. I never thought about the check just ordered what we wanted when we wanted it. I figure if they had dessert’s without tip 70-75.00. That was 1 alcohol drink, 1 ice tea, 2 lattes along with 2 entree’s. Entree’s are around $10-12.00 very reasonable. I have a pic’s of the menu and will ask Roger if I can post it here. It was pure fun, everyone was laughing having a good time it was contagious. You couldn’t help but have fun vs sitting in a movie saying nothing until it was over or at a club not being able to hear the next person. Lets not even talk about staying home pushing buttons on a ps4. \\ I would go back in a heart beat. Overall A+++ Side note I did meet Ben. We chatted for a little bit (non business). Very nice guy and will be a key to growing S&L and the distributions side.. ———————————————— Day 2 Yesterday at S&L Tempe. Rained hard most of the day till 3ish. Some local flooding caused some delays. We got to SL around 5 and needed to leave by 6:30 for another commitment. Ben and his friends were sitting at a table to the right of the entrance. He recognized me from Fri. and waved. It was not very busy maybe 4 tables occupied. As we walked down 6th from Mill noticed the 2 main bars were mostly empty also. Sat. Night in a college town 5pm is a little early to start your night out. I asked to be seated at a 4 top vs 2 top as we were Fri. Liked the additional space especially playing games. Staff was very attentive from the start almost like yay customers lol. No alcohol because of our other commitment plus I only drink on occasion. My wife ordered the Hawaiian pizza and ordered a burger, they looked really good on Fri. as the came out of the kitchen. Again both were excellent. \\ The menu is very diverse from traditional food to vegan and vegetarian entree’s. Healthy foods. I was told I can post the menu so will ask Jauncy to post it. We started with the same game as Fri. Lost Cities. For some reason we split the 2 games. I’m not saying why that happened either lol. We then moved to battle sheep. This was picked out by the same guru that taught us lost Cities Fri. My wife caught on after a few games at least that’s my story lol. \\ We got there around 5 left at 6:30. During that time I saw a party if 9 come in, party of 6 shortly after numerous 2 an 4’s. By 6:30pm it was 1/2 filled maybe a bit more. The server said Sat. Night in Tempe doesn’t get rolling until 8 or later. It was still 1/2 full and with no advertising I felt that was very good. Fri. We had 1 alcohol 1 non alcoholic drinks. 2 entree’s and 2 lattes as time went on. Again no desserts bc they don’t have them right now. Total bill 60.00 before tip Sat. 1 water, 1 non alcoholic drink, 2 entree’s. No lattes due to time. Thought we would come back later for coffee but we were too tired. Total bill for Sat. 35.00 for 1 1/2 hr. stay before tip. I did ask 2 tables on the way out how they heard about SL. Both said there friends were here yesterday and said it was a lot of fun with great food. All I can say is 2019 SL’s going to be popping up all over the U.S maybe international soon after. For me this is a no brainier once a week for my wife and I or a group of our friends. Lots and lots of fun. http://dlvr.it/QnPZ1z
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