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Reaction: [ S t r a y K i d s ] finding out their s/o is a [ S u p e r n a t u r a l C r e a t u r e ]

"...hi it's the anon from yesterday! so I'm not sure what way you do your reactions but something i haven't seen yet but would like to is a reaction to finding out that either their s/o or friend, whichever you'd prefer, is a supernatural creature (like werewolf, fae, witch, shape shifter, mermaid, demon, angel, anything really) for stray kids!

let me know if I didn't give you info that you need for a reaction or... if there are any problems with my request, I'm kind of shooting blindly since you don't have rules or anything right? so yea, i hope this is fine tho..."

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[ C h a n ] finds out you’re an [ A n g e l ]

His initial reaction: [ C o n c e r n e d ]

^ he’s logical, fair and patient—he’s known for having a logical minds and a fair judgment. He strives for fairness and justice constantly. This makes him a wonderful mediator. He’ll analyze every situation with his little legal eagle brain and logical mind; with the help of that he can organize all things well and eliminate the irrelevant. So when you finally admit to being an angel, show him your wings, he’ll most like keep quiet.

^ also, he’s a great listener—he’ll most definitely listen to your side of the story before making any irrational decisions about your relationship. This goes back to his logical, fair and patient way of thinking; he’ll most likely just sit there quietly and let you do the talking, the explaining. ^ he soaks up all the ideas and information around him like a big brainy sponge. He hates conflicts and confrontations and always watches his words while communicating, talking in a way as to not offend you. When he finally does say something, his words will be well thought out, calculated.

^ he always knows a lot more than he lets on, most likely he already knew you were abnormal—a bit different—from the very start of your relationship. And he was just waiting for you to get comfortable enough to admit it to him, to officially let him in on the secret.

^ he’s very understanding. He’s very thoughtful and interprets things that most people miss out on. This will be beneficial to you when you begin to try and explain to him why you kept this a huge secret for such a long time. He’ll see that it, your unwillingness to tell anybody your origin story, has nothing to do with him not being worthy of knowing. He won’t take it personally.

^ he’ll tell you like it is, straight up, because he’s an honest and upfront person. He’ll wait until you’ve finished explaining and when you question him on his thoughts and feelings in the moment, he won’t sugar coat it—which can be both good and bad.

^ but, also, he can smell bullshit from a mile away. If you omit any significant details, or lie in any way, he will catch on almost instantly. And he won’t be happy.

^ he’s loyal to the bone and fiercely protective of you; finding out you’re an angel won’t change that. If anything, he’ll feel even more protective of both you and your secret. ^ he’ll forgive but never forget. Even though he won’t show it on the surface, he’ll be extremely hurt that it took you so long to tell him. Logically he knows it has nothing to do with him, but emotionally it will feel like you just don’t trust him enough. He’ll forgive you for keeping such a monumental secret, but he’ll never forget that feeling. But once he listens to your story, does his own research, his concern for you will outweigh those hurt feelings.

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“So I did some research,” he trailed off, you jerked at the echo of his voice in the otherwise silent room.

“Research? On what?” you gaze over at him, not quite meeting his eyes.

“You. Well, angel’s in general, but mostly you.” his voice is much lower, the silence drags on for a moment too long. It’s suddenly stifling.

“And?” you breath out, still caught off guard.

“What does Éloa mean?” he questions, taking a step around the bed to face you, get a better look. You narrowed your gaze, heart suddenly in your throat. How did he find that name? Did he know? Was he just testing you? You take a deep breath, eyes dropping down to the carpet beneath his bare feet. You decide to just answer him, literally. “It’s the name of an angel.” He tilts his head, contemplatively. And there is something dangerous in his eyes, something you can’t quite place. “I’ve never heard of him.” “You wouldn’t have.” you pull the blanket closer to you, resisting the sudden urge to spread your wings, stretch them wide and flee. “Was he a fallen angel?” his eyes are darker now, assessing, he definitely knows. You know he knows. So why wasn’t he saying? “She was, yes.” you hesitate, not wanting to give too much of your past away, but unable to stop yourself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.” “Tricked her how?” he was still standing above you, he wouldn’t approach you, hasn’t since the night he caught you in full form. You meet his gaze. “She fell in love with him.” His eyes narrowed, his face pulled into a grimace. How disgusting must it feel to find out your girlfriend is not only a fallen angel, but also a fallen angel who was once in love with Lucifer. You shrink, your wings drawing in closer to your body. “Did he love her?” Like an addict loves his addiction, you think, bitterly.. “The only way he knew how.” He must have been able to see the pain in your eyes because, for a moment, pure concern crossed his features. He shook his head, schooling his expression once again. “How could he trick her?” “He never told her his name.” you whisper, your voice breaking. And suddenly he wasn’t across the room, standing above you at a distance—he was right in front of you, knee on the bed, arms around your shoulders. “Shhh, it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it now.” He reached forward to cup your cheek, the touch surprising you. "Please understand that no matter what you are or what has happened in your past, I am yours. I am devoted to you above all else, including my own life."

You exhaled after holding your breath for what felt like forever, tears spilling over in excess. "That's pretty heavy, Chan." His expression was impassioned, and the backs of his fingers brushed the side of your neck, thumbs wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. "It is a burden I am glad to carry.” ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[ C h a n g b i n ] finds out you’re a [ W e r e w o l f ]

His initial reaction: [ C u r i o u s ] ^ he’s kind and protective. He feels responsible and is always willing to help you out when you’re in need. He will go to great lengths to make sure that you feel loved and you’re happy. He will always stand up for the underdog, (no werewolf pun intended.) This is beneficial to you because his compassionate heart will win out over his logical mindset.

^ he’s extremely loyal. If there’s one trait imbedded in him, it is his loyalty. He physically won’t be able to turn his back on you—werewolf or not.

^ he’s also very honest. He tends to be extremely direct and straightforward with you. He gives honest feedback to you when you ask for it. He would never speak a white lie just to avoid conflict, or be deemed reasonable, so you wouldn’t have to worry about him bottling up his true thoughts, opinions and emotions on the subject.

^ that being said, his honesty often comes off as excessive bluntness. Therefore, at first, you might catch some heat in that department.

^ he, at times, can be very inflexible. When he has committed to something, in this case a way of thinking, he’ll fight tooth and nail to stick to that way of thinking. Regardless of how much proof he has in front of him, it will be difficult to convince him otherwise—especially when he grew up believing that werewolves were myth, not real.

^ once he has a significant amount of proof, though, he’ll be insanely curious on the matter and his crazy sense of humor will resurface.

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“Wait, are you an alpha? An omega? Do you turn when you feel threatened?” his wide eyes, his random questioning—it all catches you off guard.

“I’m considered a dominant amongst my pack. And, yes, I guess I would if I felt threatened.” you nod slowly, holding his gaze. You’re the werewolf here, the freak of nature, but this boy—this human—is the weird one.

“What’s a dominant? Are they more important than a submissive?” he crawls closer to you, his jeans catching on the carpet beneath you.

“Not necessarily. A submissive wolf is not incapable of protecting themselves: they can fight, they can kill as readily as any other. They are a treasure in a pack, just as important. A source of purpose and of balance.” you catch yourself quoting your great grandmother, the very first female dominant in your pack, a rare, smart, capable wolf.

“Then why does the dominant wolf exist? If a submissive wolf is just as capable, just as important, why make the distinction?” he interjects, your baffled at his level of curiosity.

“Because even through submissives are just as capable and important, they’re very different. It’s a dominants job to protect those beneath them.” you pause momentarily, watch a multitude of expressions cross his face. “Protecting a submissive is far more rewarding because a submissive will never wait until you are wounded or your back is turned to see if you are truly dominant to them. Submissive wolves can be trusted. And they unite the pack with the goal of keeping them safe and cared for.”

There is a long moment where you just stare at each other, his eyes glazed over, a childlike expression on his face. “So you’re a werewolf trapped in a human body?”

You stifle a laugh, unable to control your facial expression. "Well, yeah, that's kind of the definition."

"No, really. You’re trapped?” his eyes widen slightly, he leans forward, anticipating your answer.

"Oh? Are you trying to ask me the last time I shifted?" you voice, confusion written all over your face.

“Yes.” he nods enthusiastically. You briefly debate telling him about the traffic incident, but ultimately decide against lying.

“On your birthday.” you admit, sheepishly. “There was a lot of traffic and I was running late.” you trail off, suddenly awkward. But then he laughs, big and loud, throwing his head back.

“That’s so cool! I want to be a werewolf. How do I get a werewolf to attack me?" he smiles wide. And you roll your eyes, shake your head in pseudo disappointment. “Stand in the middle of a forest under a full moon with a raw steak tied to your face, holding a sign that says, 'Eat me; I'm stupid'?”

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[ H y u n j i n ] finds out you’re a [ M e r m a i d ]

His initial reaction: [ P r a c t i c e d ]

^ he’s very empathetic with a lively imagination and a friendly disposition. He has a boundless capacity for empathy even with those who he barely sees eye to eye with. This is great for you because, even if he is initially angry that you kept such a secret from him, he’ll still empathize with your situation, your story.

^ he’s more emotional than your average guy. He is intune and prone to the infectious emotion of those around him. If he see tears, he will likely cry. If he can sense hurt in your voice, it will sadden him also.

^ he will love you unconditionally no matter what or who you are. ^ he’s selfless and generous. No matter how big the secret, how hurt he is from your omission, he will always be there when you need someone. Because he is so practiced in the idea that he can’t live without you, he will always show up when you need him.

^ that being said, because of his idealistic nature, you can often find him walking alone. He can be overly trusting and it often leaves him feeling betrayed, hurt and vulnerable. He might view your lack of openness, truthfulness, as a betrayal within your relationship. And that might make conversation with him, for a while, very stilted. He’ll seem impassive at first, but he will eventually warm back up to you.

^ he’s not one to give up easily. He puts in the work to get what he wants in life and he won’t let it slide away without a fight. He won’t let you go over something like this, not after he’s just got you.

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There, with bare feet and drenched hair, you were crouched like a child. Upon hearing him approach, you looked up, peered into his dark, hesitant eyes. You wore only an enormous men’s sweater, his sweater—with no extravagant pattern or color, the sweater was a dull beige. Your knees were pulled up inside of it, thin pale ankles peeking out from underneath. The wool sweater alone was dry, as the rest of your head, hands, and feet were as wet as if you’d just been pulled from drowning. Tiny rivers flowed off your hair and pooled on the wool sweater, leaving it dark in splotches. Water droplets glistened on your skin, not running off, as though they couldn’t quite bear to leave you. His eyes held yours in a way his hands did not. His empathetic gaze schooled, his expression practiced, controlled.

“So...a mermaid?” you twist your head the other direction, his voice breaking your concentration momentarily. At this he took a sudden step forward, as if compelled. He had caught a glimpse of pink gills under your chin, his busy eyes dancing along your neck with a new found curiosity. You became overwhelmingly self conscious, tucking your chin, keeping your neck hidden from his view. It had always taken your gills longer to disappear than your tail.

“My mother told me stories of mermaids. She said they sometimes sing to humans to lure them underwater.” his voice trailed off, momentarily. “But you have a horrible voice.” your gaze snaps up, catching the mischievous look in his eye, his grin.

His teasing catches you off guard, you fumble with your words, “Yeah, well...I've been practicing. Want to hear?” you glare at him, halfheartedly.

He lets out a soft laugh, “I'm always happy when I'm surrounded by water, I think I'm a Mermaid too...or at least, I was a mermaid in a past life.” he crouches down, he’s much closer to you now.

“Are you in pain?” you choke out, the idea of him hurting, in any way, unbearable to you. You don’t know why you asked that, he’s obviously just joking—keeping a steady conversation with you, trying to keep you calm.

“Pain? Why would I be in—” he trails off, eyes snapping in your direction. “Wait, are you in pain?” the absolute, genuine concern in his voice has you pulling up short. Your breathing shallow.

“Mermaids hurt when we’re in human form.” you admit, quietly, eyes glued to the rocks on the horizon.

“But...but you never look like you’re in pain, you’re always smiling, always so...graceful—” he cuts himself off abruptly, eyes narrowed. It’s as if he’s angry at himself for not catching on to your discomfort much sooner. “What does it feel like?”

“When your tail divides and shrinks until it becomes legs, it’s very painful. It feels as if a sharp sword is slashing through you. Everyone who sees a mermaid on legs will say that they are the most graceful human being they’ve ever laid eyes on—” you remember, vividly, all the times you were complemented for your gliding movement; not even a seasoned dancer is able to tread as lightly as you. “But every step you take feels as if you are treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow.”

There is silence, the ocean waves brushing against the sand, caressing the shore—it’s the only noise you hear for a moment.

“Then shall I take you home and put you in the bathtub?” his unsystematic question is enough to pull you out of your thoughts completely, his brand of humor easily calming you in your panicked state. You’re suddenly very thankful.

“How do you always know just what to say?" you ask, a smile on your lips. His laugh rumbles through you as he puts his arm around your damp shoulders. "Practice, I guess."

You pull back and give him a quizzical look.

"I spent three years imagining what I would say to you if you were mine," he says, tugging you closer. “I should hope I know what to say now that I've finally got you.” ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[ J i s u n g ] finds out you’re a [ D e m o n ]

His initial reaction: [ B e w i l d e r e d ]

^ he’s very intelligent and he’s always ready to expand his knowledge reserves. He usually has a systematic approach to life, he always ensures that he doesn’t miss any loophole behind. So when he finds out about you being a demon, he’s both bewildered and inquisitive.

^ he’s usually very calm and collected on the surface. But underneath he has a great intensity that demands he bring order to his world. He struggles with the need to rearrange his frantic interior beneath the calm exterior until everything is perfect. This might make him seem more freaked out, frightened, than he actually is.

^ he is highly patient with you and always tries to find the good in everything around him. So in reality, even though he initially seems frazzled at your confession, he will actually give you enough time to fix up your act—explain yourself—when need be.

^ he can, at times, be very judgmental. He tends to appraise and judge people based on one particular viewpoint in that person’s life—especially if he doesn’t know that person well enough. That being said, your relationship is solid enough to outlast his initial judgment.

^ he can also be very fussy, as sometimes he gets lost in the details. His strong likes and dislikes make him quite finicky at first. And he’ll definitely feel some type of way that you kept him in the dark for so long. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All the demons of Hell formerly reigned as gods in previous cultures. No it's not fair, but one man's god is another man's devil. As each subsequent civilization became a dominant power, among its first acts was to depose and demonize whoever the previous culture had worshipped. The Jews attacked Belial, the god of the Babylonians. The Christians banished Pan and Loki, the respective deities of the ancient Greeks and Celts. The Anglican British banned belief in the Australian aboriginal spirits known as the Mimi. Satan is depicted with cloven hooves because Pan had them, and he carries a pitchfork based on the trident carried by Neptune. As each deity was deposed, it was relegated to Hell. For gods so long accustomed to receiving tribute and loving attention, of course this status shift put them into a foul mood.

And when Hell, itself, was in a foul mood, demons—specifically the ones planted here on earth—got the brunt of it. So to say you were in a bad mood would be an understatement. In hindsight, it might not have been the best decision on your part to agree to speak with Jisung about your origins in that moment.

“It’s not fair.” his voice wavers, the emotional confrontation taking a toll on him.

“What, that I’m a demon or that you managed to date me?” you bit out, tersely. “Don’t.” his voice was abruptly dark.

“No, you’re right, it’s not fair—but what makes earth feel like Hell is your expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. Good is rarely good and bad is always bad. You’ll find out for yourself soon enough. It won’t help the situation for you to get all upset.” you snap back at him, voice just as dark.

‘‘What’s that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me now?” his eyes narrow.

“How miserably hypocritical,” you respond with a growl. “You think it’s such a burden for you to be tricked into dating the devils servant? What about the burden of me being me?” your voice is much lower now, your practically spitting venom in his direction. “No sooner am I offered a chance to flee Hell than I yearn to stay.”

“I didn’t want this.” his dark eyes, his bewildered gaze reflecting a huge amount of regret.

“Few families hold their relations as closely as do prisons. Few marriages sustain the high level of passion that exists between criminals and those who seek to bring them to justice. It’s no wonder the Zodiac Killer flirted so relentlessly with the police. Or that Jack the Ripper courted and baited detectives with his—or her—coy letters. We all wish to be pursued. We all long to be desired. That’s what I did, I pursued you, I desired you. Anything beyond that is your fault.” you turn, ready to flee out the door, the overwhelming urge to hurt something, someone, frightening you.

“My fault!? Is it my fault that I want you? That I want that feeling of standing with you against all odds and succeeding? That I want it so bad, I’d risk destroying everything I’ve worked for?” he spits at your back, crossing the room in a long stride to block your path to the door. “Is that my fault? I should walk away. But all I want to do is follow you, out that door, down the street, all the way back to hell.” his fists are clenched, his face red, you’ve never seen him so frustrated—with you or himself. “What the hell am I doing, falling in love with a demon?” His sudden confession almost knocks you from your feet. Anger and confusion painting his face.

“You love me?” you whisper in a fit of shock.

“Yes.” he whispers right back, voice matching yours, as if his own confession shocked him as well.

“Enough to follow me all the way to hell?” you’re baffled.

“Well, according to Google, 98.3 percent of lawyers end up in Hell. That's in contrast to the 23 percent of farmers who are eternally damned. Some 45 percent of retail business owners are Hellbound, and 85 percent of computer software writers.” he hums to himself, pausing in thought. “Perhaps a trace number of musicians ascend to Heaven, but statistically speaking, 100 percent of them are cast into the fiery pit. As are essentially 100 percent of journalists and redheads.” he finishes with a satisfied nod. “Readheads?” you cock your eyebrow, completely thrown by the turn of conversation.

“What? I told you! I googled it.” he smiles, oddly proud of himself.

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[ F e l i x ] finds out you’re a [ V a m p i r e ]

His initial reaction: [ P l a y f u l ]

^ like Jisung, he’s appears very calm and collected on the surface; he will struggle with his external facade and his internal need demanding order. This might make him seem very impassive in the moment, as he tends to shut down when confronted with mixed and conflicting emotions.

^ he has an analytical mind that can see things in black and white. He is capable of finding solutions to tough problems, always. He has a keen attention to detail, and likes to absorb everything before making a decision. So he will probably, like Chan, be very quiet and expressionless during your confession.

^ he has a very clever mind. And he will go through all possible elements of thinking before making any decision—so you won’t have to worry about fear, disgust or uncertainty driving him to make an impulsive decision about your relationship.

^ he’s very honest with you, he will always tell you exactly how he feel about you—to your face. He doesn’t like to sugar coat his words. For him, honesty is the best policy, even if the truth hurts. So when he does settle his mind, his inner conflict, enough to respond to you articulately—you might experience some unintentional savagery, but it most definitely will not last for long.

^ he’s pretty old school, a bit conservative and old fashioned. He’s not really into modern changes and prefers things in their old traditional ways. This is beneficial to you, in the given situation, because you are much much older than you seem. Your aura brings that old fashioned feel, and he will still appreciate that—even after realizing why.

^ once he wraps his head around the concept, around the idea of you being a vampire and living off of blood, he’ll be extremely playful. He’ll love to tease you, and honestly, he’s the type to be into a little blood play.

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“Yeah, I get it, you're a vampire," he said. "Creepy. And okay, a little hot, I admit."

"You don't mean that." you gape in his direction. "Come on. I still like you, you know, even if you... crave plasma." You blink once, twice, and it’s as if you’ve never seen him before. “You what?"

"Like. You." Felix enunciated slowly, as if you might not know the words. "Idiot. I always have. What, you didn't know? We’re literally dating." he sounded cool and grown-up about it, but you saw the hectic color in his cheeks, under the moonlight.

"How clueless are you? Does it come with the fangs?" he sniffs, eyes darting around him, never really settling on you.

"I guess I...I just thought.... I don’t know. I just didn't think...You're kind of intimidating, you know." you finally admit. "I'm intimidating? Me? You’re the vampire here!” he spluttered out. "You're the one who's intimidating. I mean, come on. All that power, and you look... Well, you know how you look."

"How do I look?" you were fascinated now, you moved a little closer to him on the couch. He laughed nervously. "Oh come on. You're a total model-babe."

"You're kidding." you deadpan, completely caught off guard.

"You don't think you are?" he shot back at you, side eyeing your expression. You shook you head."Then you're kind of an idiot. Smart, but an idiot." he crossed his arms, momentarily lost in though. “So? What exactly do you think about me, except that I’m intimidating?” he questioned after a moment of silence.

“I think you’re…you’re…ah, interesting?” your the one tripping over your words now. If you were capable of blushing, you’d be beet red. “I think you’re kind of beautiful...for a human. And really, really strange.” You look away, keeping your eyes on the opposite wall.

“Beautiful? But I’m a boy.” he whines.

“Boys can be beautiful too, it’s not subjective to one gender. Besides, beauty is a state of being—it’s inside—not just physical attractiveness.” you reprimand him for his narrow mindedness.

He smiled and looked down, the color in his face deepened. “Thanks for that,” he murmured, “I thought you only considered me to be bratty.”

“Well, to be fair, you are bratty.” you smile, peeking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey!” he gasps, affronted.

“What? You can be bratty and beautiful,” you shot back, repeating yourself once more. “I think it’s interesting.” There was a beat of silence, “So, your not scared of me? You don’t hate me?” you whispered into the dark room. Before he could even open his mouth to reply, you continue, “I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those would hold a candle to the pain I’d feel if you hated me, if you were scared.”

His dark eyes find you in the light of the moon, his hand reaching out to intertwine with your. He opens his mouth, closes it and opens it once more—as if trying to articulate his feelings properly, as if trying to find the words. “That's pretty hot," his deep voice carries in the otherwise quiet room.

"What? Me being staked?" you admonished, unprepared for the turn of conversation.

"Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports." he wiggled his eyebrows in your direction, his voice playful, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Throwing your head back, you squeezed his hand, “I'm sure you are.” ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[ J e o n g i n ] finds out you’re a [ N y m p h ]

His initial reaction: [ D e l i g h t e d ]

^ he’s incredibly open-minded and tends to think and do things differently than others. He thinks for himself and likes to keep an open mind about all things. He’s not the type to judge a book by its cover. So you won’t need to worry about any judgment being thrown your way.

^ he’s a true free spirit, meaning any attempts to keep him from being who he really is will make him turn away. This is great, because he has learned to treat others as he wishes to be treated; he won’t ask you to suppress who you are, or change in any way, for the fear that you might do the same to him.

^ he’ll most likely need some space and freedom to work through his thoughts on your unusual upbringing. However, he will be very vocal about exactly why he needs space, as to avoid any miscommunication. He would never up and leave you for being open and honest with him and he wouldn’t want you to think otherwise.

^ like Jisung, he is also quite the intellectual. He can amaze anyone with his original ideas; this is great because, right off the bat, he will be so overwhelmed with curiosity, overflowing with questions, he won’t have the time to be upset with you.

^ sure, he’s a bit of an intellectual rebel and he will loudly defend his opinions, but he’s also willing and open to learning. Ultimately, telling him you’re a forest nymph will be like telling him you had grapefruit for breakfast. He has a great power to form and understand abstract concepts and conform and adapt to new information like he’s known it his whole life—like it’s no big deal.

^ he’ll be delighted with your honesty, insanely curious and extremely playful.

^ he’s also very stubborn at times. It is often hard to change his mind about something once it is set for. But you’re close enough to actually succeed in this area, an area which others have failed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You wake up sudden—a chill crawling down your spine—in a puddle of cool sunlight. Your hands asleep beside you, your hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. Frost grows on the window glass, forming whirlpool patterns of lovely translucent geometry, and you stare up, momentarily forgetting where you are. Sitting up slowly, you lean forward and breath on the glass, giving the frost more ammunition. Now the winter nymphs can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see them moving in, ready to do their seasonal damage to your lovely forest, to your home. That’s when you hear it, a shift in the cool grass. And suddenly he’s right there, crouched down beside you. He rocks forward, and hisses in an attempt to scare you out of your thoughts. But you knew he was there the entire time, you could sense his presence. He could never truly sneak up on you in the forest, not with the many trees and plants and animals—the many eyes and ears.

You turn to him, with a bored expression, “Really? That’s all you got?”

You stretch your wings, hear their crackle, as a show of complete content.

“Not fair! How did you know? I was really quiet this time!” he pouts, whining about how unfair it is. “Also, why are you out here? It’s kind of cold.” he finally sits down, pulling his knees up to his chest.

You shrug your shoulders, resisting the urge to smile. There’s a pause, a beat of silence, where you both gaze up at the outer side of the house; the windows covered in frost catching your attention, yet again. And then you feel his gaze on you.

“It’s nice.” he whispers and you turn your head to face him, confused.

“That you exist.” he smiles at you and you feel your heart drop.

“I think humans don’t want merely to see beauty...we want something else which can hardly be put into words—” he cuts himself off, momentarily, watching your face carefully. “We want to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to become part of it. I think that’s why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses, and nymphs and elves.” he trails off again, and you’re left speechless. His dark eyes catching on the curves and lines of your face. And then the moment is broken, he looks away, back up at the frost bitten windowsill. But your heart still thumps in your throat. “And this is nice," he begins with a sigh. "Like...one of those paintings where a nymph or Athena is drawing the gods and goddesses." your eyes follow his gaze back up to the windowsill, you see that he’s referring to the intricate designs hidden within the frost. Winter nymphs have a tendency to hide such patterns, such art, in their work.

You hum in agreement. “And here I was thinking you were an utterly uneducated human," you said teasingly.

"I am a student," he responded with hauteur. "I am classically educated.”

"Plus, nymphs are pretty," he adds, in after thought.

You laugh. "I could stare at them all day," he continued. His tone was carefully neutral, but his eyes never left yours. And you found you couldn’t look back, and not blush. He reached over, delicately pulling you into his side—it was only then that you realized how closely he held you, and how the gentle incline of the hill brought you almost eye to eye with him.

One side of his mouth twitched. "Your cheeks are like cherries." he chortled, delighted.

You tucked your chin into the wool of his coat. "It's cold," you said, defensively. He shook his head. "I am not complaining. I think they're rather charming. They make you look like a winter nymph.”

“I find that really offensive.” you grumble in response, the forest nymph and fairy blood in you disliking the comparison all together. He laughs, warmly, and pulls you even closer. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[ S e u n g m i n ] finds out you’re a [ W i t c h ]

His initial reaction: [ R e l u c t a n t ]

^ he’s highly reliable, it’s in his blood to keep up with commitments. People often completely rely on him to complete complicated tasks with efficiency and perfection as he is naturally very rational. It’s that rational side of his mind that will force him to listen to your explanation to the end.

^ he would never, consciously, let you down; he consistently gives his best to meet your expectations. He’s the first to answer your call and the last to leave a situation when you’re in need. This will be beneficial to you as he will be compelled to stop, listen and hear you out.

^ like Felix, he is extremely analytical. He will think everything through—weighing the options, good and bad—before making a decision about your relationship.

^ at first he’ll be quite reluctant, hesitant and unwilling to budge in his prejudice. It’s something he can’t help, growing up believing witches are evil, dark, dangerous and manipulative. But deep down he knows you, and this will be all he needs to encourage understanding and acceptance.

^ he’s a problem solver. He likes to tackle problems of close ones and the people around him. At first it might seem like he’s trying to control the situation, but you will soon realize that he is only analyzing your situation to find ways of helping you improve your life.

^ he can be critical at times, overly demanding. It’s because he already has a clear picture in his mind about how things should be done. But he’s also open to change, and once he comes to terms with your witchy ways, he will become the most supportive boyfriend you could ask for.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “So tell me about it,” he interjected, pulling you away from your inner dialogue.

“What?” you look up from your study table, eyes meeting his across the room.

“Are you a good witch or a bad witch? Do you practice Black Magic? Have you ever put me under a spell?” his face is blank, expressionless, but his voice gives away his anger and confusion.

“There is no such thing as White Magic or Black Magic.” you turn you head away from him, unable to accept him being so cold and cruel to you. “If you are participating in magic, you are interfering with the natural order of how life would have developed without your hand in it. You are manipulating reality to suit your own personal needs. Regardless of whether you perceive it as "positive" or "white light", you are manipulating life. And just like life, it’s not black and white, all good or all bad.” you trail off, your stomach in knots. It’s best to be truthful, you know this, but it hurts you to think that something like this could damage you relationship. Or worse, end it. You feel the telltale signs of tears forming in your eyes, the heat almost unbearable.

“And no, I’ve never—I would never use it on you.” there is a brief silence and despite him approaching you, stepping much closer, you resolutely keep your eyes lowered.

“Can you tell me about them?” his voice was much softer now, much too close. You look up into his eyes and realize he’s referring to the plants on your bed side table. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, slowly stand up from the chair and turn towards your bed.

“These are tropical palms. They bring strong solar energy into your home that break up stale energy, and keep your home safe from nasty spiritual entities.” you trail off, carefully watching his expression. “This right here is African violet, and it’s associated with love and magic. But I use it because it’s vibrant purple flowers pull lunar energy into your home. Lunar energy is most important to those in my coven.” you whisper, the vivid memory of your grandmother and aunt surrounding themselves, filling their homes, with African violets almost brings tears to your eyes. “Aloe is associated with the water element because the gel inside the leaves. They’re cooling and healing.” you continue on, pulling yourself out of your reminiscing.

Finally you turn to the last plant, your moms personal favorite. “The clusters of star shaped flowers that grow on the long tendrils of the hoya, also called a wax plant, produce truly intoxicating nectar whose aroma fills the whole house. It also bestows blessings on anyone who smells it.” You wait for him to say something, still avoiding his unnerving stare, unsure you want to even see his reaction.

“This stuff? These plants? They really mean a lot to you, don’t they?” his voice is barely there, a whisper, but his words still have the same affect. You blink, once, twice, and the tears you were so set on holding back, fall.

Suddenly he’s there, pulling you closer to him, guiding your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. His warm embrace is enough to comfort you by itself but he still whispers to you, “It’s okay, it’ll be okay. I’m not mad. I won’t leave you. It’s okay.” And, for once, you truly believe it.

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[ M i n h o ] finds out you’re a [ S h a p e s h i f t e r ]

His initial reaction: [ E n t h r a l l e d ]

^ he’s focused and competitive. When he wants something he just goes for it. Also, when he sets his sight on something (you) he allows very few things to get in his way and does anything to achieve his goal (to be with you.) This focus, this competitive nature, will keep him present and attentive during your confession.

^ he’s also extremely brave and daring. He isn’t afraid of challenges in life, so what appears to be a crazy risk to more conservative people is just a normal day for the brave-hearted Minho. Because of this, he won’t be afraid. When you tell him, show him, what you really are—he’ll be more enthralled than fearful or confused.

^ one of the great things about Minho is his loyalty to you. He values trust and honesty making him a fiercely loyal boyfriend, and he expects you to be the same way. That being said, he most likely will be upset that you felt the need to keep such a secret. But he will quickly get over it, dismiss those feelings, once he realizes just how honest you’re being with him in the present. ^ he respects you and treats you with amazing loyalty, generosity and kindness. Him finding out you’re a shapeshifter definitely will not change that.

^ however, it most likely will take him a hot second to be content within your relationship dynamic again, as a part of him perceived your lack of truthfulness as disloyalty. There's a pretty good chance that your actions will cause some big-time resentment to him, at least for a while.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “It’s okay, I mean if you want to, if you need to—” he trails off, his eyes sympathetic. “I’m okay with it.”

You look at him ready to cry again. Not out of pain. Not out of need. But because his words rub that part of your soul that suffers, that wants to be explored like a virgin land that has remained intact for centuries and craves to be occupied, appreciated and transformed. So you let yourself go.

You groan as your limbs lessen into shorter proportions and your neck stretches. Auburn-coloured fur emerged upon your fevered skin, and the sounds of your bones cracking, shifting in an echo around the cold mountain side. Your snout elongates and your teeth sharpen.

You were panting and, with one last shudder, your body slides from human to fox in a crack. Minho stood there, face drawn up in a twisted expression full of empathetic pain, watching the frost dissipate on your hot tongue, sending tiny rivulets of steam into the air. In this form, the world was sharp and clear, he was sharp and clear. You never realized how many different colors of shadow there were, how the angles of his face cast such an array of shade. It made you savor the dark beauty of the cold evening even more.

Minutes passed by—him staring at you, and you staring at him—both of you almost caught in a trance. When a little blue butterfly fluttered up to you, and landed on your snout. You blinked at it and it fluttered to your ear; it was winter, cold and lifeless on the mountain side, why were there suddenly butterflies? A big yellow butterfly gently floats over and lands on your paw, and as if reading your mind, Minho cocks his head to the right, “Well, that’s different.”

Soon a whole swarm of them float up and down around you, like a swirl of multicolored petals. It happened once before, in your backyard, when you shifted on a late afternoon.

Your magic must be strong enough, in that moment, to attract them—despite the weather and location. Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason you made them feel safe and they gravitated to you like iron shavings to a magnet. Minho let out a quiet giggle as a bigger butterfly landed on your forehead and you shook it off, affronted. Resisting the urge to fight the assault, you took a step back. They ruined your ferocious badass image, but you’d have to be a complete beast to swat butterflies.

Now if a baby deer frolicked out from between the mountains and tried to cuddle up, you would yip. You wouldn’t bite it, but you would most definitely yip, maybe even growl. You had your limits. Minho slowly approached you and reached out, his fingers hesitant. You tilted your head down, letting him touch your ears. His hand trembled slightly as he caressed the fluffy protrusion. You knew they were warmer than he thought they’d be, a living extension of the human inside. He petted your pelt next, charmed by the coarse fur and the feel of your muscles bunching and moving underneath. Finishing off with your tale, he ran his fingers through it, slowly, thoroughly.

Sitting back, he winked down at you. "You probably get this a lot, but…I like your backside.” he laughed at your annoyed yip. “What? It’s so fluffy.” You stretch back into human form, the change much easier in reverse, and look up at him from the ground. “Always gotta be the smartass, don’t you?” you roll your eyes, with a smile.

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To the beautiful anon who requested a supernatural s/o reaction [Stray Kids,] I hope you like it!!! 😅😅 It was superrrr fun to do, so thank you for the request, loveee! 🥰

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Star Wars TCW: The Bad Batch (7x01)

Summary: Rex and a group of four clones infiltrate a Separatist base to discover a horrible secret.

Comments: LOL, well, we’re off to a “good” start with the same music and narrator lead-in to the episode, plus a nonsense Jedi fortune cookie.

Embrace others for their differences, for that makes you whole.

The f— does that mean?

All right, so this episode opens with twenty seconds of expository narration to get us to care about what we’re about to watch and already one of my predictions came true: here’s Admiral Trench!

Windu and Anakin are standing around being of no help to anyone when Rex and Cody enter with an explanation to as why they keep losing battles against the droids. Most likely it’s due to the clone’s sole battle tactic being “run into the open, always, without fail while being shot at,” but no, Rex believes there’s something more to it and convinces Windu to allow him to lead a team into Separatist-held territory to infiltrate a command center.

Secretly, Rex believes, without evidence, that Echo is alive because a lot of the tactics being used against him are similar to Echo’s. Cody naturally tries to convince him that is “crazy,” but I’m sure Rex will be redeemed by the episode’s end, so whatever.

To help them on this mission, the “Bad Batch” shows up as a group of four walking stereotypes. They even land their ship super fast, risking the lives of many of the ground crew, just to demonstrate how “bad ass” they are. I mean...

You’ve got your relatable leader, named Hunter, who wears a cliché headband and can track things by, apparently, smelling them. You’ve got your tech-y “Geek” guy who, of course, wears glasses/goggles and, of course, plays with his iPad any time he’s on screen. I don’t remember his name, but I’m going to guess it’s Tech, or Technie or something similar, because obviously. You’ve got your intellectually challenged “muscle” named Wrecker whose dialogue entirely composed of cringey action-movie lines of stupidity. Oh, and there’s Crosshair who is the sniper guy who literally has a crosshair tattoo’d on his face, in case you weren’t getting it. He also chews on a toothpick... ‘cause, you know, it wouldn’t be TCW without incessant tropes.

Right, so they fly into enemy territory without air support in one of those completely open, unprotected landing craft specifically engineered for self-destruction, get shot down, and take out a group of battle droids. This scene, I guess, served as the proper introduction to the Bad Batch’s teamwork and was sort of fun to watch, simply because it was nice to see some coordination on the part of clones beyond “Domino Squad magically succeeds in their training exercise without prior training.” It gives the feeling that these guys have been through a lot together and likewise have numerous battles in their name.

Trench Zoom chats with the lead battle commander and claims the clones are on foot (which is true, but he has no way of knowing that) and “in the middle of nowhere.” So, unless he’s a complete idiot, “in the middle of nowhere” is not the same thing as “within a day’s walk of the single most important command center of the Separatist forces on the entire planet.” But, whatever. This wouldn’t be TCW without confusing dialogue.

Speaking of TCW tropes, we also are subjected to an out-of-place, cringey reference of two droids standing around:

Droid 1: Do you know what’s going on? Droid 2: Maybe it’s another drill.

DO Y’aLL ReMEmBer A NeW HOpe?!

Dude, being a sniper when your rifle is literally a laser must be soooo easy. No accounting for elevation, bullet drop, recoil, windage...

Anyways, The Banal Batch fights their way into an outpost tower and then fight their way into the main command center. The outpost easily falls because none of the battle droids fire their weapons for some reason, they just stand there with their guns as the clones run into them firing lasers. (Seriously, this scene was really strange to watch, I think the animators may have forgotten to animate the blaster bolts?)

Right, so Rex gets into the command center, some techno-babble happens... yadda yadda... and, surprise (?), Echo is still “alive.” Yet another one of my predictions comes true. Two out of five in the very first episode!

Well, my first impression is that this is exactly the same show. It’s entirely the same feel, like it never went away. Even though I took a break for a couple months to watch all of Rebels, and the show was off the air for several years, you would never be able to tell.

I’ll say here that the animation has impressively improved, the sound effects are noticeably better, and a few other “improvements” that are irrelevant to the story, characters, or my enjoyment of the show. But at least superficially there’s been some improvement.

In conclusion, Rex has learned that Echo is still alive.

My enjoyment: 2/5

#pie211-tcw #tcw #the clone wars #star wars

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nomnomsik · 5 years

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Lesson Plan - (m)

Summary: The ever-growing rapper, Min Yoongi, arrives in LA for his first American interview with Vogue. His English Tutor and lover, Jung Hoseok, supports his endeavors. Wherever the rapper goes, he follows. But what happens with the tutor messes up a translation...on purpose?

Pairing: Rapper!YG x English Tutor! Hoseok

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: Letting out all of the pride power this month. Exude that gay power! June is the month to fully let out all the gay wbk. What better way to do that than SOPE? The sope content we all need. @kimseokmomjins thanks for coming up with the title. Also stayed tuned cause we both going full gay this month.

Trigger warnings: sexual themes, dom/sub dynamics, sexuality dysphoria, profanity, and unprotected sex. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.

IMPORTANT STORY NOTE: Italics = English, normal = Korean

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Wake up, Yoongi.”

"...”

“Wake upppp!!” The voice whined as their hands ruffled the silk blankets. “I said, wake up now!!!”

Yoongi groaned as the warmth and comfort of his own blankets that he paid for with his hard-earned money for this lavish hotel were stripped off him. He aimlessly waved his hand in the air, desperately looking for those soft cushions blankets to cover him.

“I don’t want to.” Yoongi sighed, turning to the other side of the queen-sized mattress.

“Don’t be a big baby, Mr. Rapper. Now get up, we have an interview with Vogue today.” Hoseok brought both of his hands on each side of his hips, looking in disapproval at the rapper.

“Didn’t Vogue say I could speak in Korean? They’re gonna translate it anyways.” Yoongi muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Hoseok let out a sigh, closing in eyes as he brought a hand up to his face. “You still need to practice your English, mister. You’re in the heart of LA. Now get up, or else.”

“Or else what?” Yoongi countered.

“Or else we’re taking a long English exam tonight. And by we’re, I mean you. I’ll be watching.” Hoseok threatened, turning away and walking into the spacious living room of the hotel suite.

Yoongi stretched his arms out, grunting as his feet hit the soft cushion of the rug floor. With a toothbrush in his mouth, Yoongi walked into the living room, flipping on the TV as he aimlessly brushed his teeth. Hoseok looked over from his bag, meeting the rapper’s eyes.

“Yknow, for someone whose job is to write raps, you really suck at fighting back.”

“Don’t make me write a whole diss track about how much my English tutor sucks,” Yoongi muttered, toothpaste in his mouth.

“You wouldn’t though, because, you, LOVE, ME.”

“You’re lucky I do,” Yoongi muttered before returning back to the bathroom.

“Touche.”

“What?” He called after spitting the paste in the sink.

“You don’t know touche?”

“I know touche.” He deadpanned, taking a seat in the living room. “I meant what do you mean I’M lucky that YOU love me?”

“There are so many people that won’t put up with your crap, no matter how big their heart is.”

“Oh, so you’re a poet now? Great.”

“I didn’t know poets called their partners ‘crap.’“ Hoseok sighed, shaking his head. “Why are you being so stubborn this morning, mister? Did you sleep on the wrong side of the bed?”

“Maybe it’s cause you didn’t sleep next to me and I’m angry.” Yoongi folded his arms, turning his head the other way.

“You’ve got to be kiddin-” He started.

“No. Don’t talk to me. I’m angry at you.”

“Yoongi are you seriously being a brat right now?”

Upon no response, Hoseok shook his head.

“Oh dear...This isn’t going to be good... Would you like an apology-”

“NO! I don’t like you right now.” Yoongi glowered from the opposite side of the living room.

“Oh boy.”

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“What’s wrong with the two of you?”

“Yoongi’s silently rebelling against me, sir.”

“And why...?” The manager scratched the back of his head.

“He’s angry at me, sir.”

The three of them sat in the living room of the hotel suite, joined by hair stylists and make-up artists who all worked on the rapper. Yoongi sat annoyingly in the studio chair, busying himself with his phone. Attractive women stood beside him, spraying foam into his hair and make-up artists touching up his look.

“Did you do something to anger him?”

“Perhaps...”

An awkward silence was shared between the two before a lightbulb clicked inside the manager’s head.

“Oh, I see. Is Yoongi being petty right now?”

Hoseok stopped for a moment, staring at the older from his seat on the couch. His eyes met Yoongi’s the mirror, Yoongi’s eyes snapping back down to his phone.

“In a way... I guess you could say yes.”

“Care to share?” The manager asked, taking a seat beside him.

“Don’t you dare, Hoseok,” Yoongi warned from his seat. “I swear, I’m going to fire you if you do that.”

“You cannot fire him, Yoongi. That’s not how that works.” His manager forced a smile before looking back at the younger. “Well?”

Hoseok cleared his throat before continuing. “I taught him an English lesson last night when we arrived. And afterward, I went out for a drink because I don’t get jet lag... and well...”

“Well?”

“I crashed on the sofa but he doesn’t believe me.”

“Of course I don’t! I would’ve heard the door-” Yoongi shouted from his seat, the stylists jumping from their spots. Hoseok sent him a dirty glance from his seat, his nose scrunching up.

“He thinks I’m bi, I swear he makes me go insane.”

“YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE!” He countered.

“I DID NOT! YOU JUST TELL YOURSELF THAT WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK!” Hoseok yelled back.

“Do you even hear yourself? Me? Drunk? You’re the lightweight here. The bottom!”

Hoseok’s face flushed red as the manager just shook his head.

“That was a TMI.”

“Take that back!” Hoseok wailed, standing up from his seat. “I-I... This is so embarrassing...!”

“I still won’t forget what you did last night.” Yoongi glared, folding his arms across his chest. “Let me explain and you’ll see why.”

“Ugh, not this again...” Hoseok muttered.

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Okay, today, we’re learning how to say ‘I love you’ in English. Ready?”

Yoongi sighed, laying down on his newly made bed.

“I just got arrived in LA and the first thing you want me to do is to study? Really?” He complained, throwing his arms in the air to exaggerate. “Besides, why that phrase? When am I going to use it?”

Hoseok walked out of the bedroom, pulling a chair from the suite kitchen and plopping it down in the room. He waddled over to his backpack, taking out his Ipad before seating himself down.

“Ready?” He asked, completely ignoring the older’s comments.

Yoongi groaned. “Fine, fine, fine. I’m ready.”

“Repeat after me. I. Love. You.”

Yoongi paused, sitting up to stare at his tutor. He sighed once again, shaking his head in annoyance. “Like I said before, I already know how to say that.”

“If you’re that confident then show me. It’s important you say it right to thank all your fans and send your appreciation and love to them.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He spat, before lowering his voice to a whisper. “I love you.”

Hoseok smiled from his seat, the stylus of his tablet clinking against his chin. “Okay! That wasn't too bad. But I think you need to pronounce the o-sound more.”

It was unfortunate for Hoseok that Yoongi had said it perfectly, but couldn’t he be selfish for once? Yoongi was rarely the one to woo someone with words despite the fact that he could spit raps and absolutely drag him through the dirt. But, to hear Yoongi say another form of “I love you” melted his heart and soul.

“I. Love. You.” Yoongi repeated, looking up for approval.

“Again.”

“I. Love you.”

“Just one more!” Hoseok smiled.

“I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his eyes twitching and annoyance growing.

“Yes! That was good!”

Yoongi squinted, his eyes darting around in irritation. “How was that any different from the other times I said it?”

“It wasn’t…Hehe.”

Yoongi flushed a red color as he mumbled something under his breath. His bucket hat covered his face as his fingers played with each other.

“I hate you.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that Min Yoongi.”

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t even open my mouth.” Hoseok countered, taking a seat beside him in Hyundai Palisade. “I can’t believe you’re still mad abo-”

“I said, don’t. Do you not know Korean?” Yoongi hissed, completely dressed for his interview with Vogue.

“Fine,” Hoseok responded calmly, folding his arms across his legs. He adjusted his frames, pushing them a bit higher on his face as the car drove off.

“Hello! Welcome! We’re so glad to be here with you today.” The interviewer spoke in the mic, giving a bright smile to the duo. Hoseok sat next to the rapper, a notepad in his hand ready to begin translating.

Yoongi gave a small nod, unaffected by the numerous cameras that surrounded him.

“So how has LA been treating you, Suga?”

Hoseok spoke quickly without missing a beat. “He wants to know how it feels to be in LA so far.”

Yoongi nodded, tilting his head to the side before answering.

“It’s been alright, I guess. It’s somewhat warm even though it’s supposed to be Fall.”

Hoseok scribbled his words down, picking up his microphone to translate. “He says that LA is really warm despite the Autumn weather, but he’s enjoying it.”

The translator smiled before moving onto the next several questions, Hoseok always following without fail.

“So what message were you trying to spread with your latest album?”

A smile crept on Hoseok face at an actual good question, hoping for a positive reaction from his partner.

“What was your goal for this album in terms of the message for your audience?”

Yoongi smiled, his eyes scrunching as he held the mic close to his mouth.

“I wanted to write about the problems I had to persevere through and encourage to whoever listened that they can do the same. As for my raps... it was more of outbursts of emotions that I needed to let out. It was therapeutic.”

It took Hoseok a few seconds longer as he frantically tried to follow up, jointing down important words as he carried the mic to his lips.

“Ah, sorry about that.” Yoongi giggled, to which the interviewer joined along.

“So, Suga said that he wanted to be more transparent with his audience, regardless if they were fans or not. It was about his personal stories to help bring up anyone who was going through similar issues. For his raping tracks, he created them to release emotions he built up over time which was remedial to him.”

“I see, that’s great you’re spreading a positive message.” The interviewer replied back, looking at the remaining questions in his notebook.

Yoongi let out a small “thank you”, before shyly squirming in his seat. Hoseok gave him a smile and a thumbs-up.

“For our next question, do you have a girlfriend? Are you planning to get one soon?”

Hoseok’s translation faltered a second later to which Yoongi immediately noticed, not that he didn’t understand the question. The word ‘girlfriend’ was in everyone’s vocabulary. Hoseok picked up the mic, trying to hide the sadness in his face as he translated it.

“They want to know whether you plan on g-getting a girlfriend or n-not sometime… soon.”

Yoongi sighed internally, knowing the tape was recording his every reaction. He tightly gripped the mic, looking to the side before replying back to Hoseok.

“Tell them I’m not planning on getting a girlfriend because I have a wonderful boyfriend, right, here.”

Hoseok’s cheeks reddened as he refused to meet the older’s eyes. He spoke quickly, hoping to mask the embarrassment building up in his face.

“He said not anytime soon because he wants to focus on his career.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he shook his head frantically. He pointed to Hoseok, almost suffocating him as he scooched closer to his partner.

“No…!” Yoongi continued to point. ”Boyfriend. Here. He is… him. Him, him, him!”

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Yoongi slid in his hotel card in, listening to the bright electronic sound of the door and the illumination of green light of the lock. He kicked the door open, pulling in Hoseok, his hands bundled in his clothing.

“I’m disappointed.”

“...”

“Do you want to know why I’m disappointed, Hoseokie?”

“No...” He murmured.

“Well too bad. I’m disappointed you didn’t do your job properly as my translator.” He carried the younger through the door, walking slowly in the spacious living room.

“Isn’t it your job to properly translate what I say?”

“Yes, it is.”

“And what did you do?”

“I didn’t translate it properly... but that’s because-!”

“No.” Yoongi cut in, throwing up the bedroom door. “Why’d you change my answer? Was it to save my career? Was it to not lose fans? Or was it because you were ashamed?”

“What- I just didn’t want you to get negative publicit-” Hoseok frantically replied.

“And you thought you knew what’s best for me? Who told you to make a decision for me? Am I not older than you?”

Hoseok remained quiet before Yoongi stopped in the master suite of their room.

“Look at you.” Yoongi grit, tossing him onto the bed as Hoseok’s body bounced before he laid flat. Yoongi climbed on the sheets, locking eyes with Hoseok. “What do I have to do to make you understand that I’m yours? Are you embarrassed by me? Are you so embarrassed that you’d rather lie just to avoid some judgemental eyes from people you don’t even know?”

“N-no… Of course, n-not. I just-” Hoseok whispered, his body feeling weak. The pair collided foreheads as Yoongi ran his tongue over his own lips.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Hoseok stood motionless, just staring up at his partner with his mouth slightly agape. “Don’t you like this?” Yoongi snickered.

Yoongi slowly pushed his knee into Hoseok’s crotch as he let out a grunt. “I thought you liked it when I ordered you around.” He muttered.

“A-ah…” Hoseok panted, his face flushed as he shuffled around nervously.

“Is this okay?” Yoongi whispered near his ear, his hand coming up to his partner’s belt. Hoseok nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘yes’.

“Do you know how long we’ve been together?” Yoongi whispered, throwing the belt onto the floor.

“U-um, t-two years?” Hoseok whimpered as he felt his pants slide down his legs.

“Is that a question?” Yoongi teased before crushing his lips on Hoseok.

“Mmpf.” Hoseok moaned before dragging the older down with him. With a pop, their lips separated. “Maybe two and a half...”

“Yeah, two and a half.” Yoongi cooed, brushing red strands of hair off to the side.

“AH!” Hoseok yelped before he was suddenly flipped on his stomach, his knees propped up to support him up.

“Open the cabinet and pass me the bottle of lube,” Yoongi instructed. Hoseok stretched his arm to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open as Yoongi stared at his back. His muscles stretched and his back curved, revealing an erotic sight.

“Here...” Hoseok muttered to which Yoongi squeezed a generous amount on his hand.

“It’s gonna hurt. You do know that right?”

Hoseok nodded, jutting his ass up in the air. Yoongi took hold on his hips, taking several minutes before he fully submerged himself inside his lover.

“You okay?”

Hoseok nodded again, biting his lip to suppress the pain. Hoseok brought both hands to his mouth when Yoongi began to move, muffling his cries. As Yoongi increased his pace, Hoseok got louder and louder.

“So I wasn’t wrong when I said you’re a bottom,” Yoongi smirked, grabbing hold of Hoseok’s hair.

“N-no, I’m n-not…” Hoseok whined, panting and his entire body shuttering from the pleasure. Yoongi let go of him, Hoseok’s head falling back down.

“You’re not?” Yoongi asked amusingly. “Cause it sure looks like you are right now.” His hips snapped harshly as Hoseok’s body shuttered again, clutching onto the pillow tighter.

“Nnn…No… I’m n-not…” Hoseok moaned, burying his head into the soft cushions. “Ahh… Wait a bit-” Hoseok reached his arm behind, pushing Yoongi’s chest a bit away from him. Yoongi looked at him with delight before grabbing Hoseok’s arms and pulling him onto him even more.

“AHH!” Hoseok cried out, biting his lip as his right hand tightly bundled the sheets underneath him. “Y-yoongi..!” Hoseok shouted, his body meeting his partner’s thrusts. “I can’t… No more. I can’t-”

“No more?” Yoongi grunted, releasing his hold on Hoseok’s arm and placing both hands on his hips. When Hoseok nodded, Yoongi slipped out, breathing hard. “Shit...Hah…” He brushed back strands of his white hair before staring down at Hoseok’s fucked state.

“You... you actually stopped?” Hoseok questioned, slowly breaking out of his daze.

“Of course.” He responded nonchalantly. “You weren’t used to it.”

“Because I’m not a bottom...” Hoseok whined, grabbing at the blankets to cover up his bare body. “Ahh, this is embarrassing...”

“Why?” Yoongi asked, throwing the clothes off the ground and onto his dresser. He pulled a shirt over his head as Hoseok stared at his back.

“I guess I’m still not used to this... Dating a celebrity and all that. I can’t help but feel... small.” Hoseok explained, laying down on the soft pillow.

“I guess... I’m still a person though.” Before Hoseok could reply back, Yoongi stormed into the bathroom.

“Don’t bother me. I still have a problem to fix.”

“Ah... right...”

Before the door shut close, Hoseok ran over, bursting it open.

“Wait! I can actually help with that.”

#sope #yoonseok #yoongi x hoseok #bts fanfiction #bts sope #yoongi #hoseok #bts smut #bts jhope #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts ideas #filth #writing filth

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kdramarecommendations · 4 years

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Thoughts on The World of the Married

Another drama down and of course it had to be the number one on the viewers' rating list.

Warning: SPOILERS AHEAD

The World of the Married features Dr. Ji Sun Woo who thought she had a perfect life, having her loving director/producer husband Lee Tae-Oh and their son Lee Joong-Young. Things start falling apart once she suspects her husband of having an affair with a younger woman which ended up being true. Da kyung, the mistress, gets pregnant with Tae-Oh's child with Lee Tae-Oh and Dr. Ji was the first one to discover it. The first half of the show was filled with revenge and making you feel angry at Tae-Oh for betrraying Dr. Ji. It makes you want to watch it more and get back at the husband for cheating and constatly lying at his own wife. However, the 2nd half of the show started to focus more on their son as he starts rebelling and having somewhat an identity crisis.

Also, omg if you have seen this scene (i believe it’s in episode 1 or 2), I was so angry at Sun-woo’s friends. Imagine having your friends know that your husband is cheating on you, I’d feel utterly betrayed. My goodness they were annoying af but they were able to sort their differences out eventually (aka more than halfway through the show lol).

Hands down, the first half was really good. Dr. Ji who plotted revenge by having an affair with Son Je-Hyuk to telling Da Kyung's parents and Tae-Oh that Da-Kyung is pregnant with Tae-Oh's baby gave me chills in my spine. Some might think she's spineless for doing that but if you're so angry at people betraying you, you would want to do everything to get back at them. She didn't want to lose her fight against her husband. I was really engrossed with the show but I found the 2nd half of the show disappointing.

The ratings of the 2nd half of the show was so high that the you know the storyline was written so well. However, I still felt that disappointment at the end because it still revolved around Joon-Young and not about Dr. Ji's potential love interest, Dr. Kim and basically Dr. Ji's happily ever after. I was expecting so much from those two because I wanted Dr. Ji to finally have a happy ending and to get back at Tae-Oh for cheating on her. But she was such a loving mom that her main focus was Joon-Young.

Look at that gem! He was so caring but honestly Dr. Ji was so heartless HAHAH. How can she not fall for this cutie??

I actually cried in this scene. Having to hold it together must be tough on Sun-Woo’s part. Being able to release what she truly felt was definitely heartbreaking.

Joon-young's acting was superb. He made me want to throw my iPad once he started getting stubborn and so self-centered. However, i somewhat sympathize with his character because it was what he was going through as a young adult facing puberty with divorced parents. It must have been difficult for children with toxic divorced parents who just want to get hold of their kid. I commend Da-Kyung though for being able to separate Jenny from Tae-Oh's toxic ways. I know it's kind of controversial to separate a child from their parent but for safety reasons mentally and physically, you only want to think what is best for your kid.

Of course, we can’t forget about Da-Kyung. I found her annoying and really hated her character for being evil but as the story progressed, she just wanted to protect her marriage and save it before it turns out to be another Sun-Woo and Tae-Oh misery. But like what Hyun-Seo said, how sure was Da-kyung that Tae-Oh wouldn’t cheat again? At the end of the show, I felt bad mostly for Da-Kyung because if she didn’t end up as a mistress, her life would have been so much better. Although “love” works in mysterious ways, she deserved a lot better (if she wasn’t that evil).

I wished the writers were able to give time to show how Park In-Kyu, Hyun- Seo’s boyfriend, really died. If Tae-Oh didn’t push him, then who did? So many unanswered questions i was so sad.

Honestly, I wished there were more episodes to this show to explain how the characters affected by Tae-Oh were able to recover. I wanted Sun-woo to finally be with Dr. Kim Yoon-Ki, Da-Kyung being able to do what she was passionate about and such. But I guess we got to accept what the writers had planned.

Since it’s the number one kdrama right now, I recommend you to watch it. However, the thrill of the first half of the show will somewhat died down and a lot of unanswered questions. It’s still worth watching though.

#theworldofthemarried #Dr Ji Sun woo #Lee tae-oh #Kim Young-Min Lee Moo-Saeng #yeo da-kyung #kim hee-ae #park hae-joon #han so-hee #park sun young #kim young-min #kim yoon-ki #shim eun-woo #lee moo-saeng #kdrama #world of married

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christinaroseandrews · 6 years

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Part 3

You might want to go back and read Parts One and Two before you read this. Or not. I’m not judging.

We have now reached the point in You Don’t Know Me where I literally gave up and just started screaming into the void. I’m going to warn you right now that this book needs a trigger warning for the following: Dubious Consent, Drug Use, Suicide, Suicide Ideation, and Unsafe Sex Practices. Needless to say this is NSFW. All of which happen in this 25% portion of the book. If you think that’s a lot... well you’re not wrong.

Last time we had an almost sex scene. Then the next day Jenna and Rue pack up their things to head back to LA when Jack suggests that if Jenna and Rue want to party, they should go to Ibiza. That’s right. Ibiza. In Spain.

Jenna and Rue think that’s a smashing idea because they haven’t learned yet that Jack is the enemy. Even though he’s done everything short of growing a mustache and cackling evilly while he twirls it.

But that brings into focus one of Faleena Hopkins’ big problems: overstretching suspension of disbelief.

So here comes a rant. I suppose it is POSSIBLE that both Rue and Jenna flew from LA to NYC with their passports, assuming they even have them. But it’s not probable. Let’s look at the facts.

Both of them are poor and working minimum wage jobs while trying to get gigs as dancers (something that doesn’t pay much and has a high injury rate).

They had to have both traveled to NYC with their passports.

Most people, even those who have passports, use their State ID (driver’s license or ID card) to travel within the U.S. The exceptions are those whose states don’t have “rigorous” enough of ID standards. But California is not one of them.

Passports are expensive and difficult to get. Most people, especially if they are pinching pennies to make ends meet like Rue was, won’t bother with the expense.

They BOTH had to decide “Hey, I’m bringing my passport with me!” Which considering the speed and lack of planning with the NYC trip is something that is really unlikely.

I fully admit I did search the book for Customs or Passport and didn’t get any hits. And don’t say, well they’re flying in a private plane they can bypass customs. I’m going to say, “Um, no.” After 9/11 you had better believe that loophole got plugged, assuming it was even leaking to begin with. It’s made doubly worse considering that they fly home on a commercial airliner.

Technically she didn’t do anything wrong, per se. She just expects the reader to go with it. It wouldn’t have taken much, just a quick mention - “Jenna and I grabbed our passports and headed out” - but there wasn’t even that. It’s lazy writing.

Speaking of.... Remember that foreshadowing problem in Part One?

Yep, Sean’s gay. (A later part makes that clear)

Then we get this gem:

So this book came out in 2015. Being gay isn’t the taboo it used to be. Especially not if your family is liberal (they’re known to have supported the Obama campaign). So there’s nothing really keeping Sean in the closet. There’s no indication that his family wouldn’t accept him or love him. And considering he works in the entertainment industry, he’d have a lot of support behind him.

Additionally and it needs to be fucking said...

There is nothing wrong with being a virgin.

There is nothing wrong with never having been in love.

What is wrong is the attitude toward these two things. What is wrong is the denial of who you are. What is wrong is the implication that there are only two ways a person who is gay can be, massively sexually active or completely celibate. There is just a lot wrong here.

There will be more rant later in my wrap up.

Yep... I don’t have words. Jack is an asshole. Rue is an idiot. Sean is too pure for this world, but the homophobia in this book is now becoming problematic.

She hasn’t said anything yet! How do you know she’s Australian???!!! Sophia is not an inherently Australian Name and like America, Australia has a pretty decent mix of nationalities. There is no blonde “Australian” look. Did you know that Rose Byrne and Rebel Wilson are Australian? That Geoffrey Rush and Errol Flynn are Australian?

They are.

It’s not like she has a map of Australia tattooed on her breasts. I’m pretty sure people would have noticed that.

Sigh...

Jack brought Sophia over in his continuing quest to fuck with Rue. And it does. Just not in the way you think. Jenna is definitely interested.

Unfortunately I was to be let down yet again.

Jenna and Sophia swap spit for a while. Then Sophia turns to Rue and asks her if she wants some Australian action. Rue accepts because she can’t say no to peer pressure.

This becomes relevant later.

The fact that Rue trusts Jack at all is frankly unbelievable at this point. There’s the whole fool me once mentality. She’s like Charlie Brown with magenta hair...

Yes Lucy is the one who is in the wrong. But if you keep giving chances to people and they keep being assholes, you need to stop giving them chances.

As for Jenna, sexiling your BFF in a strange country is a really crappy thing to do. You broke Woman-Code, girl.

On one hand, it’s pretty clear that Rue has no self-control and no common sense. On the other, it removes her agency, which is something I have issues with. Bartenders absolutely can stop serving (I have as a bartender) - in fact in some states they’re required by law to do so. But Sean isn’t the bartender. Sean’s her brother and practically a stranger (remember it’s only been 3-4 days since they first met) - he doesn’t have the right yet. Sean should have said something first before cutting her off. Talked to her. Treated her like the adult she is.

Then if she continues, it’s on her and he can step in to keep her from alcohol poisoning. Anyway, after she finishes her partying, she stumbles back upstairs to go to bed and runs into Alec who’s there with another woman, Maya. Thankfully Maya is kind of awesome and wants nothing to do with Alec, she was only there to keep Sean from flipping out. Because apparently after literally two days, Alec is obsessed with Rue and will do anything to possess her.

Think I’m wrong?

He flips out at her having a bi-curious kiss with Sophia.

On the list of things I wish I could get through romance authors’ heads, this is one of them.

The story heads into an honest to gods sex scene and I have to force my way through it. Because as I mentioned before, Rue has no alcohol tolerance and she’s been drinking. So this is literally non-consensual. Yeah... rape is not my thing. And this, no matter how you try to package it, is rape.

From an objective level, the sex is meh. I’ve read hotter het sex written by lesbian virgins. I am not joking. The problem is that Hopkins repeats herself like crazy and skimps on the description and thoughts and feelings.

I also found this phrase;

super duper jarring. Like WTF-I’m-giggling-now jarring.

Note the percentage mark. Now while I don’t have a problem with this if there’s flirting and build up. The only build up we’ve gotten is some coitus interruptus and a whole lot of possessiveness. Technically you don’t even need to have sex in a romance. But with all of the lead up I’m starting to get annoyed. This isn’t erotica. This isn’t romance. It’s just a mess.

So I guess it depends on your definition of sex.

I know some people have issues with condom use in romance. But I happen to be of the mindset that you need to hang a lampshade on this. At least acknowledge that they’re choosing to take the chance. Or they don’t care. Something.

And considering who they are, it’s likely the latter. But this is a post-AIDS world. Condoms and birth-control should be a discussion point. Or at least acknowledged in some way. Like this: “As a dancer, Rue was on birth control. More for the lack of periods than out of any desire to prevent pregnancy, although that was a very welcome side-effect. Kids were not in the cards yet.” Just something.

The following morning -- at least I think it is... the book isn’t totally clear and I didn’t feel like rereading to make sure -- the group meets for breakfast/lunch down in the restaurant by the pool.

Jack saunters in and tosses a stack of tabloids and celebrity gossip magazines onto the table and then sits back and gloats. The headlines are cruel. Calling Rue a bastard (which she is). Her mother a whore (Which she is not!). Rue a spendthrift partying idiot (accurate). And a whole slew of names. Rue, understandably, gets upset and runs off. What is less understandable is that she jumps in the pool to escape the headlines.

While underwater she decides that it’s peaceful there and she’d just like to stay there.

So this is where I need to talk about one of my Jack of all Trades things. I was a Red Cross Certified lifeguard. I kept my certification all through High School and College and used it to get jobs I otherwise couldn’t. We learned more than you ever wanted to know about drowning. One of the biggies is that the human body does not want to breathe in water. It will convulse and shake to try to cough it out, which will often cause the person to breathe more in. It is not a peaceful way to die. It is violent. Painful. And I wouldn’t wish it on my enemies.

Eventually Rue drowns (the author says she changed her mind about it, but I did reread that part and if she did it must be really obscured because I sure didn’t get that impression at all).

Cut to Jack...

Sorry about the repeated usage of the word ass, I just didn’t feel like typing a 200 page rant on how Jack is everything wrong with this country into my iPad. But yes, Jack is an ass. This time for essentially bullying his sister so badly that she felt that death was a good alternative.

I don’t care if he feels regret. There is no redemption arc long enough to make him a decent human being let alone a good one worth of admiration. He’s a user, an abuser, selfish, and conniving. He doesn’t even have a good backstory or consistent characterization. And he’s not played by Tom Felton, Tom Hiddleston, or Tom Hardy.

Eventually both he and Jenna realize Rue has disappeared. They notice a crowd of people by the pool and in the pool.

So most pool injuries are neck/head injuries caused by people diving in the shallow end. Lifeguards never grab around the waist. Now I’ll give you that Jack isn’t a lifeguard, but in a pool when you’re trying to save someone time does not disappear. It speeds up. Everything becomes hyper intense. And the water doesn’t fight you. Not in a pool. In a river, yes. An ocean, hell yes. Even lakes are problematic. Pools are easy.

The biggest problem with pools is that if someone is drowning you often get more unwanted help from people who because they’ve seen an episode of Baywatch think they know what they’re doing... but that’s another story.

Where’s the checking for a pulse? Also again... head injury.

I know Jack probably hasn’t had CPR training since High School but FFS the first thing you do is call for help and get professionals involved. The second is you check for a pulse. Oh and in 2010, CPR changed. Chest compressions were deemed more important than rescue breathing. And in a drowning victim, the chest compressions will often force the water out of the lungs.

We continue with CPR...

Rue will just end up bruised and maybe with a broken rib. And not the kind real CPR gives.

Through divine intervention and not Jack’s shoddy CPR techniques, Rue awakens and starts expelling pool water.

Is it sad that I have no faith that even the few things done right will get screwed up in the end?

Sadly, I’d rather watch The Room again... at least then I could count the spoons.

We switch heads to Alec and get some fun stereotyping.

Nitpick, I know. But at this point arguing with the book was my only joy.

So fun fact, drowning seriously fucks you up. And chlorinated water is even worse. You’ve still got creepy-crawlies, but you’ve also got chlorine. Which if you know your World War I history doesn’t mix well with human lungs. Pretty much everyone who actually drowns and is then resuscitated suffers from some form of pneumonia. It’s just a thing. Oh and people who have CPR performed on them have broken ribs. That is also just a thing. This doesn’t take into account potential brain damage from lack of oxygen, kidney damage, or other organ failure. Let me say it again. Drowning is not a fun way to go.

Also, why are they doing an MRI? It should be a CAT Scan. Also, chest x-rays for broken ribs. Maybe an ultrasound. I’m not a medical expert, this is actually something I don’t know much about, but I was in a car accident and one of the things they did was check my lungs to see if they were messed up.

If you can’t tell my suspension of disbelief has snapped completely and I’m just done.

Rue checks herself out of the hospital and then the shit hits the fan. Alec finds out about Jack’s plans and is pissed.

As much as I hate Jack, save the punching for Nazis. Also Alec, you are not lily-white in this whole thing.

A fact that finally comes to light.

Rue gets pissed and storms off. (Thankfully not into a pool)

Alec gets pissed and storms off.

And basically everyone is pissed at Jack. Including Sean who has disappeared for a time.

The next morning Alec, Jenna, and Rue check out of the hotel. But not before there is a cursory acknowledgement that Rue almost died.

I wasn’t lying when I said in my first post that I was reduced to screaming “This is not how this works!”

I really was.

Anyway, Alec pays for Rue’s room and she’s now all like “He really cares about me!” or maybe he feels guilty. Or who the fuck knows. All I know is that we’re not even at the 75% mark and I am dreading what happens next.

This post is starting to get out of hand so I’ll cut it off here.

Let’s just say that while the shit has hit the fan, the bullshit is still coming.

Thank the gods cockygate is over. Although apparently she’s not convinced she did anything wrong. And she sees herself as the victim...

Yeah...

If you feel sorry for us and want to contribute to our alcohol fund, you can buy us a kofi.

#romance reviews #romance novels #new adult romance #billionaire romance #contemporary romance #musician romance #faleena hopkins #cockygate #this isn't how it works #so much google fail #so much wrong #gods i hate this book #make it stop #part three #book review

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thao-littler · 6 years

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bà ngoại pt2

I didn’t think I’d have to write this in multiple posts, but I had to gather myself and wipe the tears away before I continued to write.

My aunt reaches over the bed to hand me a box of tissues, but I don’t even look up because I knew that snot was going to get everywhere. I don’t even say “thank you” but she puts her hand on my head lightly as if to say “it’s okay.”

My grandpa comes in and recounts to me how she passed. My uncle shows me the video recording he got of the actual moment she left us. There was no pain and suffering on her end, but you can hear my uncle and aunt and my grandpa screaming for her after she took her last breath. It happened so quickly. I thought to myself how weird it was that they captured that on video, but then was grateful that I got to see that.

My little cousins come in to visit her, but they don’t feel the impact of it like I do. I can’t speak for them how they felt, but it’s different. She raised me, while they didn’t have her in their lives like that. They’re still so young, terrified by the presence of death... but so am I. This is the first major death in our family, and our core is shaken. They stay for maybe 15-20 minutes, then they’re off to study and play on their iPads. I just keep bursting into tears in unpredictable intervals. I watch as my mom silently cries, never really letting go of her sobs. My grandma would hit us if she saw us crying like this.

We were taught to be tough, no matter what. My mom and her siblings recount how she’d make them get onto their knees if they misbehaved and started crying while she yelled at them. They had to get down on their knees, bow their heads, hands together, and apologize over and over again while she hit them with a stick. That got passed down to me, but I quickly learned not to misbehave and cry. I learned that my mom got hit a lot, and that she was kind of the rebel of her siblings. Now things start to make sense.

My grandpa and some of my uncles and aunts are out in the other room, talking to the guy who’s coordinating when the coroner would come to take my grandma’s body. I’m horrified by the thought of other people touching her and taking her away. My grandpa is fighting for the latest time slot possible. My mom and her siblings are trying to convince him to let go of her earlier, so as to not stretch out the pain for so long... but I’m with my grandpa. I want every second possible with her. I won’t ever get to touch her again. I already don’t ever get to hear her laugh and make fun of my grandpa ever again, please don’t take her away yet. A decision has been made for 11pm.

A couple hours go by and my mom finally convinces me to get up and leave to go home with her for a bit. It’s about 5pm at this point, and my eyes are so puffy. “I could try to nap I guess. Maybe I should eat?” I think to myself. I follow my mom in my car as we drive about half a mile to her house in a different mobile home park. “What am I doing? Why am I leaving her? What if she suddenly wakes up?” I shake my head and call myself dumb.

We get to my mom’s house and I immediately go for the instant noodles and prepare the way I love it. I get myself comfortable on a bed, put the noodles on the side table to finish cooking, I open up my laptop and I suddenly break into tears again. I take a few deep breaths and hold up the noodles to my nose, hoping that the steam would help unclog my nostrils. So spicy.

Brian gets to my mom’s house at around 7:50pm and I was almost able to fall asleep. But that’s okay. Sleep hasn’t been kind to me for the last 3 weeks, what’s another day?

My husband is unsure of how to help me, and I’m empathetic, so I start to comfort him. I surprise him with the Rainbow sandals I picked up for him earlier and tell him that I can’t wait for Hawaii in a few months. I think he catches on to me trying to make him feel better and he starts to feel bad that he can’t do much for me. I actually don’t remember what happened in between this and going back to my grandma’s house, but I think I was just focused on trying to be present with him. “I don’t understand how we can go from 100 to 0 so quickly.” He’s talking about how incredible our wedding was just 9 days ago.

Oh I guess there will need to be a part 3 to this. I need a minute.

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nitelotus · 7 years

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Reverse (KBTBB AU)

Triggers: None

Characters: Eisuke Ichinimoniya X Rei Satomi (OC for @hotcocosharing)

Author’s notes: This was kinda long for me. Not really a drabble and my contribution to rebel Nanowrimo. @hotcocosharing, hope you enjoyed this little offering.

If you liked this story, comment, reblog and enjoy!

Rei Satomi looked upwards to the five faces before her. How did she end up this way?

She was a lowly maid. A maid that worked long hours with enough pay but often thankless job. Like any other little girl, she wanted that dream of a loving husband, children, a pet or two and that white picket fence. But you deal with the choices that life dealt you. Sometimes they are bad and you make mistakes. Sometimes they are good. That’s what she thought she finally had when they accepted her as a maid at Tres Spades. It wasn’t an easy job with rude customers, long hours and coworkers that only aim to make those tedious days even longer. She worked hard, kept her head down and out of trouble.

Until now. Again, her question repeated. How did she end up here? The 5 men before her were all imposing but so different from each other. Each were known for their own specialities in their chosen fields. She had not known them personally but by the rumors that traveled around the hotel. She never expected that she would meet all of them, all at the same time and this particular situation. It was almost surreal. Did Alice feel like this when she fell into that rabbit hole?

“So the choice is yours, Satomi-san. Because actions have consequences. Who among the five of us would you choose?”

This was a nightmare that she never wanted to be in.

Rei woke up from her bed with a start. Her forehead was damp. She had sweat on her back. The nightmare gave her the sweats even though the temperature in her room was cool. She often did not have nightmares but when they do, it was always almost prophetic in nature. It was kind of odd to have this type of nightmare where she felt completely helpless. Being an owner of a five-star hotel, she was a type of person that was not prone to panic or worries. She was a woman of decisive action. She had complete trust on her instincts. It was very rare for her to rely on anyone else but herself. She would have not gotten this far in owning several hotel chains, not only in Japan but all over the world, if she second-guessed herself all the time. The staff that worked for her were all personally chosen and vetted. She was often thought of as ruthless and cold but in a world dominated by her male counterparts, this was the only way to not only survive but to thrive.

There was a soft knock outside her bedroom door. Three knocks as was instructed by her. She already knew who it was.

“Come in,” Rei groggily acknowledged.

The door slowly opened to reveal Kai, her personal assistant. Even though it was dark inside her bedroom, she was able to recognize that familiar figure. She very fortunate to have found Kai during the early stages of building her empire.The woman was very efficient and might have easily been her rival in this business. Lucky for her, she was content being her right hand woman. Kai was wearing a navy blue blouse and black slacks with her reasonable pump for today’s business. On her hand was her iPad and ready with the agenda for the day. But when she looked up to glance at her boss, there was a worried expression on her face.

Even though that they have worked together for a long time, the two women still had a firm boundary between them. Business ideas were shared and collaborated between them but anything personal was off limits. This kind of relationship worked really well. There was an unspoken conversation with that exchanged look between them. No words came out but the understanding was still there. Concern. Questions. If it was important to Rei, then it would be addressed. Otherwise it was not that important.

Kai then proceeded with activating her iPad. The first thing she addressed was the meetings scheduled for the day. Next she updated her boss with all the emails and communications that came through last night. After this, she went over the issues with the local branches followed by the international branches of the hotels. She was very concise and to the point. The concerns that she brought up to Rei were the only ones that needed an approval. Otherwise, everything else was for her information. This was one of the many important reasons that Kai was hired for. When a task was delegated to her, it would be 200% exceptionally completed.

Last but not least, they discussed the special event for that night. This was what Rei really wanted to hear this morning.

She reached over to one of her bedside table to grab the glass of water. Water helped with hydration. Unlike other executives that relied heavily on stimulants like coffee or cigarettes, she was a firm believer of water hydration. After this brief meeting with Kai, she will meditate, run a mile and then take a quick shower before breakfast.

“Everything is in order you, Saotomi-san.” There was a brief hesitation before Kai continued on. “There is an addition to the line-up for the auction tonight.” The Black Market Auction was the most celebrated event of the All Spades Hotel. It was by invitation only. It was never held on a schedule like most auctions. The invitees were meticulously investigated based on their status, wealth and prestige. A person don’t just attend the Black Market Auction. The invitation cannot be bought or sold off. It was a very exclusive event. It was only after Rei finished her morning routine this she address the last topic that Kai mentioned. She wasn’t much for surprises but she can be flexible. “Show me,” was Rei’s order.

It was quiet. For such a prominent place, there should have been some noise. Footsteps, conversation, the whirring of the slot machines. An indication of life. But wherever he was, this was absent. It was unnatural. It was unnerving. All he could hear was his own labored breathing.

How did he end up here? In this situation?

All he could remember was that he was supposed to deliver the champagne to a guest in one of the room below the hotel. He was pretty new so he often got lost. But this time, it wasn’t just entering the room hotel room. The room he was in held artifacts, statues and paintings that he could never afford with his salary in his entire lifetime. The voice that inquired behind him on what he was doing in that room made him take a hasty step. This made him collide with one of those white and blue Chinese vases. The noise it made when it collided with the ground might have been the worst he ever heard in his life. Well, maybe second to the scolding voice of his father. After that, it was mayhem.

This was where he ended up in. Tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged. The closing of the door was the last thing he heard.

Until now.

Footsteps at last and then the same door opening.

A female voice spoke. “I think this would be the main highlight of the night.”

He heard confidence in that statement. A finality. Wait. Did she just call him, ‘this’? There must have been another person in the room since she wasn’t talking to him.

“Unconventional but this would certainly bring up the ante to tonight.”

Again, the other person did not speak. They might have nodded in assent.

“Make it happen.”

Then after that was when his nightmare began. He was moved and prepped. It must have been difficult for the people who changed his clothing, brushed his hair and maybe some makeup on him. He was still blindfolded, gagged and his hands tied to his back during all these preparation. He dare not fight back for fear of retaliation. He was in a disadvantageous position.

Was it hours before he was once again moved?

Now, there were voices. So many voices. Glasses clinking and voices that talked about everything and nothing. But one voice was clear as she whispered into his ear.

“Be a good boy and give them a show,” she softly instructed.

Then bright lights blinded him as he found himself in a cage. A cage placed in the center for the stage. Off to the side was a female dressed in blue with a white apron. Her blonde hair looked like a halo caused by the light’s reflection.

“And for our tonight’s finale! Our first ever live human auction. Bidding starts at half a million!”

Bidding? Auction? What’s going on?

The crowd went wild. Someone bid on the half million, then added another million, or two. Then three. He couldn’t believe it himself what was happening. Was he really being bought like a piece of meat?

“20 million!” someone shouted.

“Sold!”

How did he end up here? In this situation?

The blindfold was put back in place and he lost the direction on where his cage was wheeled too. Yes. He was in a physical cage. Nowhere to go but to the person who bought him for $20 million.

The voices went faint but still there. The noise were more subdued now.

Was this the end?

The blindfold was roughly untied. It took him several blinks until his eyes adjusted to the light. There was an ornate chandelier at the center of the room. Before him on a couch was someone who laid across it. Her button blouse was unkept. There was an unlit cigarette on her lips. On another couch was another lady wearing...cat ears? The cat ear lady was showing off her nails to a blonde in a pink jumpsuit. Across them was another lady wearing a Chinese dress. The high slit revealed a shapely thigh.

“Eyes on me,” someone ordered him.

His eyes followed the direction of the voice.

This was the person he heard from before. The one in the room that described him as an item. He was treated as such in that action.

“What….where am I? Who are you?”

The cat lady laughed and so did the woman in pink beside her.

“The guy doesn’t know you boss! Is he blind now?” cat lady asked.

This didn’t faze the woman she just called Boss.

The woman wore a striped suit and high heels. Her hair was in a loose bun on her nape. Beside her was another woman who wore an all white one piece pencil dress. There were glasses that was perched on her pert nose. “Boss lady” leaned over him. He could smell her perfume. A musk with hint of mint. Strong but refreshing.

“Eisuke. Eisuke Ichinomiya.”

Her words were sharp and clear. She commanded his attention.

“We just bought you. Saved you from being someone’s play toy.”

With one finger, she tilted his head up to meet her gaze.

“You owe us $20 million. So decide. Choose.”

Her smile was not at all warm.

“Among the five of us, who will you choose to serve?”

#kissed by the baddest bidder #eisuke ichinomiya #eisuke x mc #voltage fanfic #au #writing #one shot

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rachminuit · 7 years

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You know when you’re young and you realize how adults are stuck in their ways and you swear to never be like them and you gotta rebel against them? i realized recently as i grow older it does take work to keep an open mind. Kids are like sponges and absorb all the things they learn while they grow up and i’m still thinking of myself as a sponge but it’s not the case. i’m past childhood and now others are experiencing childhood. So it’s getting easy for people my age to say stuff like kids these days are growing up all wrong and they all have these newfangled ipads at such a young age and etc, and you can bet I have heard some of my friends say these things at the ripe old age of 21. I’ve even thought it myself. But it doesn’t seem abnormal to criticize younger people until you realize that’s what the generation before did to you, and now you’re literally repeating what they said with updated terms.

So i guess this is a reminder to myself and any other young adults to stay self aware like you said you would when you were a kid. It’s in their nature for kids to be smarter than adults sometimes, because they can see the world as it is right now without some past ideal childhood to compare to. Put the work in to realizing life is different for each new generation and that is okay

#reminder to meeee #my stuff #side note i took advil but my uterus still hasn’t stopped hurting and i think i’m gonna throw up

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adorkablephil · 8 years

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Oh hell, while I'm doing tags...

I got tagged by @verbosedan a little while ago & blatantly ignored it, but now I'm apparently in the mood to blather to you all about myself, so I'll just continue. Feel free to scroll past—I won't be offended. 🙂 (But I’ll warn you. I refuse to play entirely by the rules and won’t be confined by the narrow options offered. I’ll just answer however the heck I want.)

RULES: answer the questions add one of your own

1. Coke or Pepsi? Orangina (I don’t like cola)

2. Disney or Dreamworks? Studio Ghibli (so I guess that means Disney now?)

3. Coffee or tea? Ice water

4. Books or movies? Books if they’re being read aloud (which my husband and I do together), but otherwise movies. I like to be able to experience stories with someone else so we can talk about them together afterward and share our thoughts.

5. Windows or Mac? Mac! I’ve been a loyal Mac person for more than 20 years.

6. Marvel or DC? Marvel, since I’ve enjoyed the recent movies (esp. Guardians of the Galaxy) and the “Jessica Jones” tv series.

7. Xbox or Ps4? I just play apps on my iPad. We had Atari when I was a kid. I’m a dinosaur.

8. Early bird or night owl? Early bird

9. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate

10. Vans or Converse? Converse! I have a much beloved pair of green Converse high-tops with rainbow shoelaces that I hardly ever wear anymore because they hurt my feet. 😔

11. Fluff or angst? Angst that ends in fluff

12. Beach or forest? Forest (ironic then that we’re moving to Hawai’i, though much of Kaua’i—the island we’re moving to—is forested/jungle)

13. Cats or dogs? Cats

14. Clear skies or rain? Clear skies if I’m outside, rain if I’m inside

15. Cooking or eating out? Eating out! I loooove going to restaurants! My favorites are Middle Eastern, Vietnamese, and Mexican.

16. Spicy or mild food? I like sort of medium spice

17. Halloween, Christmas, solstice, samhain, Yule? Christmas

18. Be a little bit hot all the time or a little bit cold all the time? A little bit cold (again, am I crazy to be planning to move to Hawai’i?)

19. Animation or live action? Live action, I guess, though I like them in different ways

20. Bath or shower? Shower

21. Captain America or Iron Man? Captain America (I love “nerd becomes hero” stories)

22. Sci-fi or fantasy? Fantasy for reading (check out Patricia A. McKillip!), sci-fi on tv (Stranger Things!)

23. 3-4 quotes you like? “If you want to become whole, let yourself be partial” (from the Tao te Ching). “Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live” (Oscar Wilde). “My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness” (the Dalai Lama).

24. Netflix or YouTube? Netflix (Stranger Things! Sense8! Jessica Jones!)

25. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson? HP (I’m a Hufflepuff)

26. When you feel accomplished? When I’ve had a positive influence on the world, even if it’s in the smallest of ways

27. Star Trek or Star Wars? Star Wars (except those 3 movies that shall remain nameless)

28. Paperback or Hardcover books? I’m more into audiobooks these days. I can “read” while I do housework or go for long walks.

29. Horror or Rom-com? Drama

30. TV shows or movies? I like tv shows that use their format to tell longer stories, longer than can be covered in a 2-hour movie, but I’m not fond of tv shows that are just a series of individual episodes that don’t tie together in any interesting way.

31. Favorite animal? Turtle

32. Favorite music genre? 80′s indie

33. Least favorite book? Anything by Ayn Rand

34. Favorite season? Spring

35. Sparkly or shiny? Sparkly like the stars in the sky, but not like Dan’s suit jacket at the BONCAs

36. The Raven Cycle or the Foxhole Court? Huh?

37. What is your favorite book? The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje

38. Musicals or plays? Plays. I’m a giant nerd for Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, and Tom Stoppard.

39. Dream job (regardless of whether you can actually do it or not)? Therapist

40. Current favourite song? “We Are Young” (cover by Pentatonix)

41. Country or city life? I’ve always lived in cities, but I think I’m ready for the laid back attitude in Hawai’i.

Question I’m adding: Favorite thing about your best friend?

Once again, I choose not to tag anyone, because I’m just a rebel that way. But if I were required to tag everyone I’d like to know more about, I’d tag YOU ALL!

#tagged #about me #not dnp

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purplesurveys · 7 years

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#survey #surveys

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surveysbygracelynn · 6 years

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What do you do for work? I work as a church administrator / secretary. What would you ideally like to do for work? I don’t know. I think I’m pretty content where I am. Content enough that I’m not thinking of a way out. I almost wish I could say something like “wildlife photographer” lol What are you doing in order to achieve this? Oh, this is going to be one of those surveys. Maybe it will keep my attention then. What is the meaning of your life? What is it that you really live for? I don’t know what the meaning of my life is, but I really live for helping people through their day to day or their hard times.

Have you ever REALLY thought what it means to have children? It seems to me you bring a life into this world as an attempt to keep a legacy going, usually. I always think of the across the universe thing and it’s a little true. It’s a bit narcissistic.

Are you planning to have children anyway? Probably. What is the most awful thing about the world today? I think the most awful thing is the growing apathy towards everything. I think we thought making fun of stoner kids who seemed disinterested would make them go away but they seem to be all of us now, whether we choose to smoke or not.

What do you think is the worst being on the planet? Like, as an animal? I don’t know. Have you ever been arrested? If so, what for? No. Have you ever been in court? If so, in which role? No. Which do you think is a more valuable being, a human or an animal? I think that humans are more valuable, if I had to choose. What, in your opinion, will cause the end of the world? The end of the world will be probably a few generations off from mine. I feel like everyone my age is already reading into everyone’s subtext so highly. I don’t think we can mentally heal in time to heal our next generations and I think they will be so overwhelmed with trying to help us that they’ll end up going crazy. Ok, I’ll try and get a bit more upbeat now. Thanks for those interesting questions though. What does your mother do for work? She’s a school secretary. ^If she’s a homemaker, any specific reason for this? “—” What about your father? What does he do? my stepdad does some sort of sales for computers in cars. I think. How do you like your coffee? either a lil bit of milk and two sweet and lows or a bit of creamer. If you’re of age, what’s your favourite alcoholic drink? I love fireball lemonade. If you’re under-aged, what is your favourite soft drink? Cherry vanilla coke zero. Do you smoke? No ^If so, did you start when you were 18 or were you younger? ~ Did your parents approve of your smoking/alcohol use before you turned 18? I think they would have been outwardly disappointed but on some level it would have validated them. Do you have siblings? If not, skip the next few questions. I do.

Are you eldest, in the middle or youngest? oldest

How big an age gap is between you and your siblings? 5 years. Do/did your siblings cause trouble? When I was younger my sister used to fake cry a lot and get me in trouble.

If your siblings are old enough, what do they do for work? party host at a local amusement place? (idk what you would call it) Have you ever been jealous of your siblings? yes

^If so, why? let’s see. prettier, has both parents still living, was the favorite for awhile... smarter.. right now she has more of a social life than I do. Do you still live with your parent/s or do you live alone/with a partner? I live with a roommate. What do you think about growing up? I think it sucks. I’m turning 26 but I still feel so much like a kid and I feel like I’m feeling things I should have felt when I was a kid. What about having responsibilities? Most of the time I actually really enjoy having responsibilities. I think it’s important to be responsible for something. Do you know how to cook? Sort of. Not really. ^If so, what’s your favourite thing to cook? I like making tacos because they are quick and yummy. What about baking? I haven’t baked in awhile but it’s kind of on the same par as cooking. I can do some things well. Do you ever drink tea? yeah, every now and then. Have you ever followed any of these fad diets that go around? No. What do you usually order at your favourite restaurant? Lately I’ve been ordering quesadillas to have a second meal the next day. But I do enjoy the chicken salad that comes in a tortilla bowl. Do you prefer a proper restaurant to a fast food place? It depends on which fast food place. Normally I say yes, just because unless you get a 4 for 4 it’s usually just as expensive if you wanna get all the sides and fixings as a proper restaraunt and you don’t get any leftovers Is there an arcade anywhere near where you live? I would guess where my sister works kind of counts as an arcade. The restaraunt I went to with Brandon and Nick’s family had an arcade in it. ^If so, have you ever been there? Yes. ^If you have, what’s the game/s you usually play? I enjoy skeeebball. Have you ever played pinball? I have. ^If so, an actual machine or on a computer? Both. Have you ever taken part in a pinball tournament? I wonder if there is anyone in my generation who is interested in that. ^If so, what has been your highest position? -

What’s your dream vehicle? I think I’d like a jeep of some sort. What about your dream house? I really don’t allow myself to dream of such things. What is the biggest dream of your life? Brandon moving back here would be nice. If you could travel to another country right now, where would you go? A beach. I need to relax. Lol. What is a country you’d never ever visit? Uhm. I’m sure if I thought about it I could come up with something but right now there are a lot of places I do want to visit. Are you good at taking care of your finances? Somewhat. I’m sure if I was better I would be actually saving more. Have you ever had any trouble paying your bills? no. What about your rent? no. What do you think is the best thing about being an adult? I think the best thing is being in charge of what you get to eat. What about the worst? Being in charge and responsible for everything. Lol. Is there a person in your life, who wastes their life somehow? Probably me. ^If so, how are they wasting their life? I just feel like I am by not doing things all the time. Any time my mom or my boss ask what my big weekend plans are I feel like I’m losing out on things. Though, I’m not sure if anyone else is doing anything grandiose either. What is something you need to do, but you keep postponing it? Read this book I bought out of peer pressure. Do you think life should just hand things to you? I don’t think so but I think the government could afford to. Or should you earn the things you want and need with hard work? I think that hard work does deserve a reward, maybe things you want. Not necessarily things you need. Would you rather live off government benefits or earn your own money? I’d rather earn my own money. When you take a survey, do you skip questions? If I don’t like a question I throw the whole survey. ^If so, what kinds of questions? Usually questions that don’t apply or are weirdly worded. What type of a survey do you skip altogether? themed ones, ones that are name / age / sex / favorites etc or bolded ones. Why, do you think, people write lyrics as the title for a survey? They’re usually personal? If you have a Facebook, what do you use it for? Mostly to chat with friends. Sometimes to market my work. If you have a Twitter, what do you use it for? To state the thoughts I feel worthy enough to share with the world. If you have a Tumblr, what do you use it for? Mostly to track my progress. If you have an iPhone, why? “—” If you have an iPad, why? “—” If you have the latest electronic gadgets, did you pay for them yourself? I don’t have the latest.. ^If not, then who did? “—” Do you always put your litter in a trashcan? Uh.. yes? ^If not, why not? I don’t think I should just throw things on the ground and hope someone is going to clean it up. When you walk/ride your bike/drive your car, are you careful? When I walk, I’m a little careless as I’m usually playing Pokemon go. When I drive I’m a lot more careful because of the accident I got into. ^If not, why not? “—” What is the rudest thing a person could do or say to you? What’s wrong with your eye? Have you ever been that rude to someone else? I don’t think I ever commented on someone’s outward appearance like that. But I have said some rude things about peoples internal things Do you think your parents are proud of you and what you do with your life? I don’t know. Which would you rather be, famous or a “nobody”? Why? I don’t really want to be famous but I guess I don’t wanna be a nobody, but if I had to choose I’d say a nobody. which is pretty close to how I feel now Do you need to have the latest fashion in clothes and accessories? not at all. If you have a job, do you get along with your co-workers? yes. What kind of hobbies do you have? uhm. lol. Reading and writing every now and then. going for walks. Pokemon Go, I guess is a hobby. Would anything in the whole world make you give up any of those hobbies? If someone gave me like... a million dollars to never touch pokemon go again I probably would. Have you had/do you have any pets? I had pets. Do you even like animals? of course! If you aren’t already, would you ever get married? I plan on it. ^If so, what for? To spend my life with the one person who never gave up on me. If you are already married, what was the ultimate reason for the marriage? “—” As a child, did you do anything really bad? When I was younger I did a lot of questionable things.

^If so, what was it? What were the consequences? My main consequence was talking to my pastor. As a teenager, did you do anything really bad? Not really. I guess being with my boyfriend in public. Or dating a youth pastor. Woops. ^If so, what was it? What were the consequences? None really. Do you have a problem with authority? I guess. I usually want to please the ones i view in authority and rebel against the ones I don’t respect. What’s your favourite comic strip? I used to like them all. Is there a piece of clothing you absolutely must wear every day? Uh... no. Has a doctor ever told you to lose weight? yes. Have you ever been diagnosed with a lifelong disease? I think my bronchitis is recurring but come to think of it I didn’t get it this year. What is something you absolutely hate? when people don’t take accountability for their actions :) What about something you absolutely love? not feeling like a burden on anyone :)

#wow i actually finished one #survey #surveys

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broadwayandshakespeare · 7 years

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I’m still in awe that I was able to travel to NYC a couple weeks ago. I’ve been dreaming of Manhattan since I was a little girl, and somehow I convinced my sister that we should do a weekend trip to the Big Apple. Our two days in NYC cost as much as a week on a Caribbean island, but I don’t care. It was soooo worth it.

I’m going to tell you the story of our weekend. Fair warning: it’s really long, but it’s worth it. For some weird reason, every time my sister and I travel together, something goes wrong. When we went to DC, we got a flat tire in the middle of nowhere at 2am and then had to turn around—postponing our trip by a few days. Thankfully, Peyton and I decided to fly to NYC instead of going on another road trip. We thought that would be a lot easier (we were wrong).

We had a rough start to our Saturday morning. Our alarm went off at 5am, we scarfed down bowls of frosted flakes, quickly got dressed, and then made our way outside. It was absolutely pouring, and it was cold. We shared my tiny umbrella and tried to stay as dry as we could as we walked the 10 minutes to the streetcar station at Bloor and Spadina. I had planned our route to Billy Bishop Airport, and I checked online every day for a week to see if the streetcars would be operational that morning. The websites said everything was running the way it should. However, when we got to the station, a notice was posted on the door telling us that the streetcar wasn’t running, and we’d have to wait for a shuttle bus (which could show up as early or as late as it wanted). Typical Brittani: I panicked. We only had 45 minutes to get to the airport, I had no idea when this bus was going to show up, and I reeeeaaally didn’t want to waste the money I’d saved for the trip on a cab. Luckily the bus showed up in a reasonable amount of time, and it dropped us off where another streetcar would pick us up. After another transfer, and then another, we finally hopped off the streetcar right out front of the airport. I’d never been to Billy Bishop before, and I guess the tunnel under the water is pretty cool. But damn, there are so many stairs to get back up to airport level. Thank god for escalators!

Thankfully there wasn’t a line at security. After we’d deposited our belongings and shoes in the little plastic bins, they waved us through and we were one step closer to New York! Billy Bishop is great, because in the “Porter Lounge” they have a refreshment area where you can take all the water, pop, coffee, tea, and juice that you want. Oh, and did I mention they also had a table covered in shortbread cookie packages? I think I grabbed eight and stuffed them in my bag (I lived off the shortbread in NYC). Soon they were calling for us to line up for our flight. I started squealing with excitement. We pulled out our passports, we got to our seats, and then it was time for takeoff. We were sitting on the city-side of the plane, so we got to see some pretty awesome views as we flew away from the 6.

We watched a bit of “Sing” on Peyton’s iPad, and then I bugged her until she turned off the movie and started playing the Hamilton soundtrack. We were going to New York; it only made sense to prepare for the show we were seeing that afternoon. I may or may not have started singing/rapping into a water bottle. It may or may not have been captured in a photograph.

The flight was pretty quick: 68 minutes from takeoff to landing. We got off the plane in Newark, New Jersey, and got kinda lost in the airport, but two middle-aged men who were on our flight helped us figure out where we were going. We bought two tickets on the New Jersey Transit (basically NJ’s GO system), hopped on a train, and made our way to Manhattan!

Penn Station was so friggin busy. We kinda just followed the flow of people until we saw signs of where we wanted to go. We ended up on 7th and Fashion Ave (Peyton pointed out after we got home that The Devil Wears Prada shows the same street signs… so cool!) As we’re walking down the street, we look up and see the Empire State Building peeking out from behind another skyscraper. It was 11am at this point and we were starving, so we stopped at the first food place we found: Wendy’s, across the street from the Empire State Building.

After satisfying our hunger, we headed back out in the cold and walked up 5th ave until we found the New York Public Library. Again, I squealed. Maybe that time it was more like a squeak. Either way, I was excited. The building was beautiful; old architecture always makes me happy. We popped inside for only a moment—I wanted to see the stairs where they filmed Carrie Bradshaw’s failed attempt at a wedding in Sex and the City. The security guard said we couldn’t take pictures until we’d paid to go inside, so being the sassy monster that I am, I snapped a photo of the marble staircase, said “Just took a photo,” and walked out the door. YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME, Mr. Security Guard!

Down the street from the library is Grand Central Station. Man oh man, it was massive. People always say that Union Station is just a smaller Grand Central, but I think it’s more of a miniature of Grand Central. There were over 100 train platforms. Union Station has at max. 26. The ceiling of Grand Central is painted with constellations, and it was beautiful. I think Peyton even snuck onto a train platform… see, I wasn’t the only rebel on that trip.

We also saw the Chrysler Building down the street from Grand Central, but we kinda didn’t care too much about it so we just looked at it from afar.

After Grand Central we saw the holiday windows at Lord and Taylor (kinda like the Bay windows in Toronto… except bigger), St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and Saks Fifth Avenue! We popped into for just a few seconds, but the setup was beautiful. It looked like a winter wonderland, interspersed with really expensive makeup and handbags and shoes and ohmygod I could’ve spent a ton of time in there. But it was really hot, and we still had our coats on, so we left after about a minute.

We kinda stumbled upon Rockefeller Center after we left Saks. It’s just across the street, actually. They were still setting up the massive Rockefeller tree behind a tall tower of scaffolding, but we saw parts of it. I can’t believe how big that tree is, and that it’s real! They must have to airlift that thing into the city. In pieces. I could tell Peyton really wanted to go skating at Rockefeller Center, but the line was huge and we were on the clock.

Down the street is Radio City Music Hall, and the NBC building (aka where The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon films). There was also some random food festival on 6th ave so the whole street was shut down. It was pretty cool though. After that, we had one destination in mind: Times Square. It’s so crazy. I swear, an epileptic wouldn’t be able to handle it; the amount of flashing lights and electric billboards is insane. And there were sooooo many people! Thank god we’re both okay in a crowd, because there was no personal space to be had.

By this time it was about 1pm, and so we made our way down the street to the Richard Rodgers Theatre to see HAMILTON! When we bought the tickets back in September, they were the last two seats in the house, and we were in the second last row in the Mezzanine. I had opera glasses in my bag just in case, but the view of the stage was actually really good from our seats.

Peyton and I stocked up on Hamilton merchandise (t-shirts for us both, a cup for Peyton, a shot glass for me), and then a sassy black usher (she called herself that) told the entire balcony section that the only bathroom in the theatre was 66 steps down the stairs in the basement. She said “you have been warned. Go before the show, or fight to get all the way down there before the rest of the theatre at intermission.” She then went on to say, “You may L-O-L, but you cannot text your BFF throughout the show. Turn the phones off.” She was great, and also, like 60, so that made it even better. The show started soon after that, and I was in heaven for the next 3 hours. I’d been waiting to see that show for so long, and my dream finally came true. Now I don’t have to fight against the massive hordes of people trying to get tickets for the Toronto run in 2019/2020. I saw it on Broadway!

After the show, the cast stayed onstage and explained the charities they were raising money for. All the Broadway shows were collecting donations for AIDS/HIV research, and they made a little competition between each show to see which cast come could up with the most. So, at that Hamilton show, they auctioned off a shadow box frame with a signed poster inside that the producers presented the cast on opening night. They started the bidding at $500. It sold for $3500. Could you imagine that? Going to the theatre, paying a ridiculous amount of money for the ticket, and then dropping another $3500 on a poster and frame? Whoa, I wish I could drop that kind of cash. Anyways, the cast was awesome, and I’m glad they could raise the money for a good cause.

As we left the theatre we found that it was pouring outside. We shared my tiny umbrella again and found our way up 7th Ave to our hotel on 57th. We were actually across the street from Carnegie Hall (and apparently a few doors down from the most expensive apartment building in New York City). I went up to the desk to check into the hotel, and the man told me that we’d been upgraded to a suite on the top floor. Apparently they’d oversold the hotel, and since we were only staying one night, it was easier to upgrade us then to upgrade anyone else. So there we were, on the 17th floor, occupying a 2 room suite with a massive bathroom and a kitchenette. No complaints here! At that point, the room was actually worth the amount I paid.

It was about 5:45pm so Peyton and I dropped off our big backpacks, changed into our nice clothes and our high heels, and then headed back out in the rain. We wanted to eat at this cool diner near the Gershwin Theatre, but the line to get in was around the block, so we ended up eating at a McDonalds across the street. Two classy-looking girls in the back corner of a Mcdicks restaurant… Yeah, that was loads of fun.

After we’d eaten, we walked across the street and into the Gershwin. It’s more of a modern theatre than the Richard Rodgers, but it was still incredible to be in the theatre where Wicked was born. We sat down in our second-row seats (yeah, we went from second last row for Hamilton to second row for Wicked) and soaked in all the amazing feels from being on Broadway. The show started, Peyton and I were blown away, and even though it was the fifth time we’ve seen the show, it was by far the best. The Glinda actress was so ditzy (she played the character really well), and the Elphie actress was throwing out notes that I’m pretty sure Idina Menzel doesn’t even know exist. After the show, the cast did the same charity announcement, and they auctioned off a costume piece for $500.

When we left we saw that the rain had finally stopped, so Peyton and I went back to the hotel, changed into our boots and normal clothes again, and then wandered to Times Square. We just had to see what it was like at night. It was just as busy, if not busier, but it was very cool to see.

We made it back to the hotel around 12:30am, and we crashed hard. I think I fell asleep in under a minute. In my own bed. In the suite. In NYC. I slept so well that night 🙂

(End of Part 1… to be continued)

Let’s Hear It For New York (Part 1) I’m still in awe that I was able to travel to NYC a couple weeks ago. I’ve been dreaming of Manhattan since I was a little girl, and somehow I convinced my sister that we should do a weekend trip to the Big Apple.

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